Lights littered upon the pond
Elegance fitted to the grace of the Swan
Afloat and carried like notes through clear
Crystalline air, for a moment’s notice I feel
You near. Reflected upon the pond, moonlit
Face of 1,000 crowns, through souls journey
Travelled, onwards forevermore. Angel of fallen
Compounded world’s, beauty and face, evermore
Enchanted by the swell, of waters curve and this eternal
Spell, constantly warmed in our heart, endlessly saved transported
Through the cloths we’ve torn apart, from amidst the beauty, safely we depart.
Enraptured hallway of vibrant trees, pathway to our World, half awake, half asleep,
We wake from musing dreams, to another fantasy, tied together with such ease
Flying free, upon the wind of each other’s lifting breeze, zephyr on a spree.
Masked maiden such joy unknown with hypnotic smile, and conscious glow
Of all the Worlds above, of all the worlds below, with rose on heart, enamored
To flaw would be to let us part, with traces of my lips upon your neck so,
Like a ghost or guardian spirit, sent to guide you, when you’re alone,
I wait for the Cosmic to play one last tune, to reap the love we’ve sewn
One last melody calling us home, our perfect moments; marrow to our bones.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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