I felt the presence of your gentle shadow
Dancing in my room last night
The warmth of your heavy breath
upon my wanting skin
Exchanging darkness of nightfall for
the brisk tempered air of early morning light.
Was it only a moment of quiet illusion?
Vague happenstance to temper
Burning desires from flames that do not die
The quiet lingering soul of the zephyr
Boundless dreamer of untamed wings
Sojourn moments of pleasure
Forbidden from peace - a constant yearning.
Hush my sweet…do not cry for me,
it is my passageway
Reigning from the kismet skies
with admonition of many lifetimes
Cherish the moments with me, my love
For as many as are granted
Time is only a measure we assign to infinity
Yet we lament because the end does not show its face
Flow with me as the river
Finding her way to the sea
Ever bending, always moving
Contained but always free.
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