Sunday 31 August 2014

SYLPH

                       
SYLPH 


In bed with arm up stretched a slow coolness slips
silkily slowly to cross palm with gentle comfort.

No human hand this, well not alive in a real sense
nor a nightly dream, a gift, a touch delivered unseen.

Her aura a delicate bouquet, a floral fragrance floats
smoothly silently riding above dark waves of night.

Just as a beach is I too am smoothed settled to sleep
Tended by unknown sylph till daylight breaks her spell.




         © MRL August 2014

13 comments:

  1. I love this - all of this - but especially "Just as a beach is
    I too am smoothed settled to sleep".

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  2. Birgit H said: Mel, this one gave me goosebumps, so beautiful and tender. Thank you!

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  3. I think I'll remember this before I go to sleep. Very soothing and comforting. x

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  4. anger turns to tenderness turns to tears ... hmmm ... lovely ... always, cat.

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  5. Oh wow, brilliant! Love this poem :)

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