her gardenA Story by JeSSei love it so muchi have to see her again i rush to pack as i do i slip and fall and i start to remember her i though i had blocked her so the pain would never find me again but no there she is she lays with lips as jassmin the cherryblossom smell from her soft dawn hair blows forth as the wind danceing opon her flesh circles her perfect cheeks almost as if god does brush the hair away i see her twitch in the midnight light of the moon i see her smile ti her dreams her breathing soft and slow such is her rythem of a trance like song i sink in to her thoughts as i know she has in mine and see her dream she dances on the stage as milloins clap and ador her yet her glance never skips my eyes her smile erupts in to flaims of goldin butterflys that lay way to a path as we walk along the backs of the golden butterflys we meet the end of the path at the end of the path is a glowing purple water that shimers in lines of peach she giggle lets me know we are safe in her life of dreams does she know i am here or am i still dreaming my self i see the peach soft glow rise from the watter and a gint coyfish begs us to ride he swims as her hair sways through the soft huney suckle wind the smell of her laugh yes the smell is of rain on hot day roses the sensation of hearing her laugh is as the feeling of over whellming joy as if none you felt before we drift in to a mountin with no top and the moon shines on us we hear a violin play a song so i take her in my arms and we glide on to the shineing liquid flore as the golden butterflys take to each of our feet as we dance we hear our song yet it is not it is a song of love we hear it so clearly yet do not know it yet the song is clear that it is ours we glide up on the backs of the golden butterflys as we countinue danceing to the hipnotic song she smiles and says is not our world beautiful this land of adam and eve i ask her of the meaning of her words to witch she replys this is our garden of eden and when we sleep our love brings us here this land we rule it is our dream our life it is where we see how our souls fit to one another isint it beatiful we make this place ours and even god canot rip us from here when i die my love come here to find me i will be for ever danceing to our song on the wings of your golden buterflys © 2011 JeSSeAuthor's Note
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Added on September 14, 2011 Last Updated on September 14, 2011 AuthorJeSSeTucson, AZAboutIt's been 10 years since I've been on here! it feels good to be back. more..Writing
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