Nightly Gales.
Updated on November 29, 2009
Nightly Gales.
©-MFB III
The soft gurgles of a stream,
wending its way
over bright pebbles,
The whisper of a
butterflies wings
as they dry and
at last open,
to flutter in the
whistling breeze,
a tiny canvas sailing.
So too is the
beauty of your sighs
when sleep seals
your cobalt blues view of me.
No music ever
composed in brass caverns,
or over hollows
graced with strings,
can compare to the
sweetly exhaled
somnolent puffs of air,
that tickle my ear as you lie
next to me, dreaming
of tomorrows to come.
It is your lullaby
that lulls me
to join you in the
sandman's castle,
where we reign
as king and queen,
till dawn makes us
paupers again
rich with true love's gold.