To
hear that voice again,
The
selfsame voice of the crystal queen
Calling
ubiquitously; the rushing stream
From
pictures of you in my dream
I
long for days plucked off the branches of memory
Seasons
with your perfume escorting me breezily
Reminiscing
you sited atop our velvet throne
Ours
is the fire in poetry’s eyes,
Music
calling for steppers in metropolitan bars
Together
we’ll ascend love’s steep paths
Come
to the bright sparkle issued from paparazzi shots
How
do I stand nights
When
sunny particularities you bear close?
Right
here where we stood in embrace last yuletide
Below
this pear tree, I will sit and wait
Here
you come, enchanting...
You
subject us to the dance of soul
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