Friday, 17 March 2017

SOUL-SPEAK


Your deepest dreams 
speak to me 
in murmurs 
Like wavelets 
of cleaving seas 
Your rebel thoughts 
walk my veins 
in quivering bubbles 
Of warm baritones 
and alluring mysteries 
I gather your songs 
in my arms 
like bouquets 
Scented sprays 
and jasmine moments 
of fantasies 
You stole my soul 
hey charmer 
With starry smiles 
and sunlit eyes 
All I am left with 
to live 
Are breathless spaces 
sweet memories 
and overflowing galaxies

MS




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