I Was Struck By The Beauty Of The Moon. With Love to Nellieanna Hay
I was struck by the beauty of the moon,
And saw in her the face of Love.
I reached out and touched her…
So full; so overpowering….so enchanting…
I was struck by the graffiti on painted walls.
Kissing my breath with passion,
They whispered into my Heart, a magical
Tapestry of life; of the artistry of Da Vinci's haven.
I was struck by the lustre of my Sweetheart.
She came running towards me, the light winds
Swaying with the hips beneath Her negligee.
Chest heaving; Heart pulsing the music of Love.
I was struck by the force and grandeur of Her Presence,
Her dazzling Light penetrated my core.
Softly, she hung a golden trinket,
Embroidered Her sacred bracelet, on the fabric of my Soul.
We merged…became a glorious prayer,
Resonating a healing sound to the Spirit of the dawn.
12 August, 2016. The Lantern Carrier.
~Awakening The Inner Light ~
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