And The Rain Fell...

Looking aside in wonder,
a pause for breath
stolen by her delicacy.

:: whispers in the moonlight ::

Staring, searching,
for her mysterious lover
hidden in the caliginosity of the night.

:: brushes of velvet in secret ::

Soft ringlets trickling
down alabaster cheeks,
finally cascade onto bare shoulders.

:: translucent dreams in half-sleep ::

Her stare could melt glaciers,
for surely you cannot meet
her firery gaze without consequence.

:: thunder hidden in the hush ::

There is a certain innocence,
an alluring calm echos in her eyes
deep with the wisdom of the ancients.

:: guile hidden in feathery folds of a goddess ::

The world is caught in the rhapsody of her passing,
And The Rain falls in the deafening silence.

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