BEAUTY IN DREAMS
BEAUTY IN DREAMSĀ
A midnight river, black and deep, Where all my waking longings sleep. Your hair, a shadow on the light, The velvet curtain of the night. Your face, a sculpture, soft and fine, A perfect curve, a sacred line. Your brows, a whisper, gentle, low, The first soft arches of the bow.
Your eyes, two mirrors of the moon, That steal the silence from the tune. Your lips, a promise, unexpressed, A secret held within my breast. Your throat, a column, pale and slight, That holds the balance of the night. Your shoulders, where the soft dreams rest, A pillow for the heart's true quest.
Your hands, a study in repose, The way a folded poem shows. With pearlescent nails, a hint of blush, That silence holds within its hush. Your waist, a whisper of a thread, A thought inside my dreaming head. Your hips, the sweep of a perfect arc, A hidden flame within the dark.
Your legs, a melody, long and slow, Where all the secret rhythms flow. And at your feet, a final grace, Ten perfect nails in that still space. From hair to toe, a gentle art, The masterpiece that holds my heart. You are the beauty I adore, The one I've always waited for.Ā
WILLIAMSJI MAVELIĀ
