Dream of The Nightingale
My love thou art raiment soft in moonlight pale,
Awaken a-washed in cascading touch like a lovers whisper,
Kiss me sweet chrysalis so soft in a shimmering gossamer caress,
For thou art finely wrought as porcelain threads bathed in lights first dawn,
My love is a cascade of autumn leaves against a focus blue,
where true hearts find solace in a whirlwind of destinies conclusion,
Thou art a butterfly of brightest hues aloft in rose water breezes
In thee beauty is define anew in shades of sublime medley,
brightly as the fallen angels bane sweet love is shimmering wings
bringing hearts a flutter as the butterfly's commotion finds purchase on the honeyed petal
Thy canvas is pure in natures sweet measure,
Tend to thy hearts own will for thou art the sweetest ascendance,
and in thee brightly shine mine own passions mirrored in waiting satire.
Your effervescent emotion like a crystalline song gone array calleth me to thy comfort in ever perpetual shades of loves kaleidoscopic appetite.
Fear not beloved the waning tendencies of sweet loves fool,
Thy sweet prince cometh upon the field of jackals in splendor befitting of my lady's favor,
And in my arms offer up thy sweet surrender.
(c) 2017 Michael James Garland