Your love is a cool, mossy glade
Nestled in the heart of an
Ancient timberland copse
Your words are my respite
From the day's rigors
They always give me hope
~*~
Your touch, the filtered sunlight
Streaming in upon my face
Dappled sage patterns enchant
Gentle warmth enlivens my space
~*~
Your spirit dances as the sprite
Gracing all you touch
With joy and laughter
Your comeliness
Wild and intoxicating
A rain of wildflowers
Showering me constantly
~*~
Your resonant voice is a
Blanket of vibrant song
Wrapping my tired soul in the
Comfort of longing
Every note a caress
Like silk on freshly bathed skin
At star-break, lulling me to sleep
Each dawn, easing me awake again
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Comments (3)
This is dreamy and enchanting! That "rain of wildflowers" line? Chef's kiss. Your Faery Queen must be swooning.💖
This feels really calm and comforting, like someone describing the kind of love that makes life softer.
Well, this was soothing. I liked the fact that it felt real and magical simultaneously.