A dream dropped down from clouds above
And whisper'd soft into my ear
She held me close and tight with love
And kissed my lips and held me near.
A song sang through this world of mine
And sung my heart into the sky
She wrapped my soul with bits of twine
And held me close till morn was nigh
A strain upon the wind was heard -
A joyous lilting melody
And soft it spoke her blessed words
That held me close - divinity.
And so I lost my soul to this
The sweetest taste, an angel's kiss.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Divinity
Posted by Oneiric at 10:02 AM
Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Thirty Days of Poetry
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