1 September 2012
Floating leaves of purple and green, Resting upon the silent stream.
Moonlight kisses own reflection, Beaming virtual separation.
Silk satin threads cover the chest, With hues of grayish sentiments.
Silhouette of soul's windowpane; Pearls of candle turned into clay.
The nightingale's cry off its nest, Adrift, with the sand, hushed to rest.
Circles flowing in crimson haste, No aid to love trapped in a maze.
©danabelle 032211
Soft Whispers • Opuss № I