Slow, tender, close in an intimate embrace,
A waltz on the spiral of a trembling leaf in the early morning breeze,
Jouful moments of movement,
Alive in a dance of luminescence,
Leaving a trace of inexhaustible lightness upon the ground; Footprints of ardour
in the sunlight; a mellow shower of cascading delight,
Alternating between the gentle cream of wheat awaiting harvest, and
a crescendo of molten gold.
Soaked in bliss; this emotion of harmony, enchantment and laughter,
I give myself up to your love.
You dig beneath the surface,
Releasing the ecstasy trapped within,
Set me free,
Your music, an unending source of marvel,
Plays upon the ray of sunshine
piercing my mortal being.
Ah! You have come for my soul,
I give up with grace,
To ascend the spiral,
Of immortal passions…
Excellent poem.
Thank you for your comment, Mark.
Mark Kodama, thank you.
That’s just so lovely.
Thank you for your comment, Mehreen.
Beautiful!
Thank you for your comment, Susy.