Contemplation

Words yet to be written
thoughts adrift
wander to a promise made
and kept unto the
living end.

A trip to hell
where the devil smiled
yet deeper in the realm
Heaven’s Angel’s waited
to reprieve
with beautiful light
repeating

‘there will be no fear.’

The lightest kiss to waiting lids
sensual touch to please
brush of hair with fingertips
look that opens windows to
welcome waiting souls.

A sigh.

No, there will be no more tears
as immortal love only strengthens
us through irresistible waves
of calm.

~*~

Daydreamertoo *All rights resereved

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