In the velvet forest
Vaguely lit by the summer moon
Your white gown floats very slowly
Like dragonflies threading for a thousand years
At times she arouses
A little pink rail carriage
With light soft touches
Little shivers erupt
On his golden chariot
Mad with love
Mounted in my soul
Endure triumphant clamoring

1 comment:

cjn said...

This poem is very soft and beautiful. I love it.