Читать книгу Twin Flame Poetry - Osiris - Страница 14

Soft as a feather

Last nightfall a dream

Was drifting through me

Like a magical stream

My weary, sleepy heart

Was melting, floating

It felt so wrong - and yet so right

Tresses stroking cheeks so pale

Gently in the moonbeam’s light

Right as my soul was content

As content as a soul can be

A sudden warning turns my spirit

Into a stormy, armoured sea

These sweet soft kisses

Oh, they are not for me

Not in this time: For I’m not free…

Nor are you: Heart in my heart

Word in my word, Light in my light

But I am sure, we’ll make it right

Woven in eternal circles

Waves of love in endless tide

Not erasing our names

From the sands of time - so wide…

ISIS

08.09.2015

John William Waterhouse - Boreas