A poem for the ::November:: Challenge - A Song, A Poem or A Proverb


Pastel Surrender


Longing floods my senses, as I wait upon
the banks of my quiet pond, where the water
is tinged with a blend of pastel hues. My
masterpiece, so beautifully stained by the
blanket of pink and blue lillies that drowse
amid the swirling mirror, of stargaze.
Here deep in the privacy of night, in my
most secret of dreams, I hold you. I Know
that your ache is my ache, your pleasure
is my pleasure and I shudder with
exquisite delight, lost to the total
surrender of my dream, and it's
scenes.

Little Mow

::and also Part of my Sol Omnibus Lucet Collection::