~ Camelia In Ivory Shadows ~
" Camelia Azelia "
‘Pon Celtic moors of floral showers, in midnight days of sunset hours, where’st pearly clouds splashed liquid quartz, ‘midst heav’ns cyaned, timeless thoughts, lived turquoise moons and lover’s swoons in frosted lace ‘neath winsome face.
Thy beauty’s hammer did’st cull the witches to shame them in their field of fitches, with piercing eyes of Sherwood green that fired them with their silent streams;
As daybreak ventured to break the back of night…..
…..I saw chances of tailored streamers, which dared to shine like heaven’s golden lantern, deliberately tumbling custard fingers of pendulous daze, which cradled nervous love, encased by gentle gestures of glorious blaze; buttered ripples mirrored resplendent tapers of intimate echo, amid locks which guarded thy silken lake on quiet shores of island breeze, that murmured treacled whispers of hidden nothings which sighed of you, in swearings of forevermore…..