"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."...Aldous Huxley
freshly stirring
in morning's first light
dream-scented skin
so tender the touch
linger awhile beloved
words still sleeping
the message still clear
love is the food of these demi-gods we are
dancing into a new day
wearing the scent of ecstasy
the glow may be unseen
but it shall be sensed
by all you greet
today...
I send you on your way fed and fed and filled for a wondrous day....
August 14, 2013
8:53am
