Midnight‚ My forest of dreams... Movement all around But only in sound, For nothing is seen... Ahead‚ Whispers of footsteps... Something new has come To my eternal forest, Someone else... Starlight‚ In borealis curtains... Through the black boles Of silver-leaved trees, Reveals a glimpse to me... Beauty‚ In moonlight framed... She turns at my approach And without a word spoken, I welcome her to my heart. © 1992, Aaron Brown
1992
Holly
I bask in the warm glow from the cascading torrents of captured summer sunlight framing these ice-blue diamond portals coolly gazing upon the secrets of my existence. Her smile lights the way as she drifts serenely along these dusty corridors past rooms long unused and forgotten within the depths of my heart. She lightly treads the stairwell spiraling upward toward this high and lonely room where I sit and gaze back into those crystalline windows reflecting the spirit within her. She bears with her the keys to open the rusted locks holding closed these doors leading to the secret springs from which flow the currents that become the river of my soul. © 1992, Aaron Brown
Guinevere
To gaze upon you is to see the drunken spirit of summer's golden glory ablaze This cascading sunlit radiance ignites endless skyborne fires after serenity raining To listen to you is to hear joyous chorals from spring's laughing resurgence These dulcet angels' harmonies compose a cappella themes from life's rising voices To breathe deep of you is to smell subtle fragrances from autumn's perpetual change These earthy russet undertones return forgotten memories of yesterday dreaming To taste lite of you is to drink cold clear waters from winter's last flowing stream These icily refreshing draughts laced with subtle teasing spices from life's future vintages To touch upon you is to feel the complex tapestry of years woven by our fated hands This silk-smooth living thread weft with coarse grey wool after experience living © 1992, Aaron Brown
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