Friday, 11 November 2022

Passion Fruit




The moonlight died
On a warm summer's eve
As darkness unfolds
Flooding the terrain.

Lovers walk
A dim enchanted path
Feeling each other
In blind rapture.

Sweet sounds of the night
As ears become eyes
Listening intently
To natures music.

Midnight wishes
And dreams of desire
Collide with the elements
In a universal consciousness.

In the black velvet forest
Passions awaken
Unceasing in syntonic bliss
Surrendering to times healing kiss.

2 comments:

  1. Dedicate this to Nik. Seems apt.
    RIP Monsieur Nik Turner.

    Best wishes.
    Yes, I am still alive....

    ReplyDelete
  2. cool glad you are nice to hear from you, read another for blessed Nik earlier, at cellar bards did not have time to post here, all the very best Roy., lots of love Dave, a,ka teifidancer

    ReplyDelete