Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-03-2023, 04:03 PM
Reflections Laugh At Our Blindness
She cool love's great fever
In with shades of true hope
What slides with whisperings
From the quiet edge of dreams
Therein she seeks to know
Secrets life has yet to reveal
Truth deeper that beauty's shine
Or sexy maiden's perfections
That which holds wanton desires
Or mysteries told around campfires
In her heart rests more love
But to whom, nobody knows
In Mother Nature's smooth pools.
Reflections laugh at our blindness.
Robert J. Lindley, prose written
in the very early 1970's When I was but 17 or 18 years old..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
She cool love's great fever
In with shades of true hope
What slides with whisperings
From the quiet edge of dreams
Therein she seeks to know
Secrets life has yet to reveal
Truth deeper that beauty's shine
Or sexy maiden's perfections
That which holds wanton desires
Or mysteries told around campfires
In her heart rests more love
But to whom, nobody knows
In Mother Nature's smooth pools.
Reflections laugh at our blindness.
Robert J. Lindley, prose written
in the very early 1970's When I was but 17 or 18 years old..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023