My hand touches the water,
I soar higher up, to the clouds.
The lake glimmers below like a jewel
From a rich ladies neck.
I can fly in this world,
Kept free from the weight of anxiety
And the blockades of my mind.
He waits for me below
In a meadow of soft clover and dew.
He is perfectly polished marble,
White stone carved by artist's hands.
I join his side and nestle close.
He smells of flowers, warmth, and life
And I settle there in his shelter
With birds song echoing around
And the water of the river babbling
As the wind stirs the trees.
He is breath taking, stunning,
Alive yet forever kept in my dreams
As the muse to my art in wake.
The sun glances off his cheeks,
And we settle together,
My hand on his chest
Like two lovers in Pompeii
Till I stir in morning sun
As dreams fade and we
Wake to rouse from pillows.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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Hi Laura, I loved the lines- He is breath taking, stunning, Alive yet forever kept in my dreams