The soft pale face greets me again in the dead of night.
Haloed by a gentle silver glow.
She illuminates my dark world,
By basking me in her eternal light.
I close my eyes,
As she caress and kiss my skin.
Her slender fingers running though my hair,
Her lips brushing against my cheeks.
So cool, so calming,
That I feel like a feather.
I open my eyes,
As she departs again,
Hiding behind her veils,
Shy, like a maiden at her wedding.
My sighs escapes as smoke from my lips,
As I too go back, to that place I call "home",
And await for another encounter,
With the beautiful pale nymph.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
