Sparkles and moonbeams and hummingbirds - just so, A floating halo...
Honeysuckle and lavendar scents wafting so near - twisting, sidling, inveigling within...
Weeping-willow fronds drape softly closed and hovering hiding, shielding, embracing...
awaits - right there... as she - lips upturned to heaven's heights eyes half-lidded with heart's full weight knows so very, very deeply within - his lips brushed her soul again - and for'er marked her... his.
"white silver bells
upon a slender stalk
lilies of the valley
deck my garden walk
oh don't you wish
that you could hear them ring
that will happen only when the Faeries sing.."
awaits - right there...
"as she -
lips upturned to heaven's heights
eyes half-lidded with heart's full weight
knows so very, very deeply within
- his lips brushed her soul
again -
and for'er marked her... his."
an old folk song.. you made me think of it.. I wonder if that is why the Faerie sings...
I really get sick and tired of all the cliche a*s stuff people write about, but you take a overwrote topic and give it new life! And I'm a word nerd, I loved the part:
I love the ephemera and gentleness that surround these words. When I closed my eyes and spoke the words I could picture everything so clearly, and myself within its midst. It was a lovely feeling. Thanks for sharing!
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..