poeticsoldier

Into the deepest darkness, the wind blows through the essence of the trees,
Whispering softly into the taste, of the cold but gentle breeze.
A weakened branch "snaps" falling as it shatters the stillness of the lake,
And in the tranquil gaze of the sliver of a moon, I can only dream of kissing every breath of air she takes.
For her beauty shines through the bitter emptness of the dark,
And aloft the distant clouds stood the beating of my heart.
I could stare forever into her vibrabt and brilliant eyes,
A gaze that could erase a lifetime of mistakes and foolish lies.
For in this life or any other, there is no greater truth nor do I needer further proof,
That you my love with be the one that got away in my youth...'
Morgan