Gorgeous Goddess
sleeping,
delirious in a chocolate forest.
Mother moon whispers
sweet symphonies.
Your hair is a rose garden
and I swim in your beauty.
Who are you?
What is your song?
I hear your music
Yet, can not dance.
Awestruck,
An inner silence
fills my heart.
Intoxicated,
I stare at you
as still as a pond,
though my heart beats
faster than time’s
tick-tock clock accelerating
fast beyond my dreams.
I feel such love.
Yet, have no words.
Only rusty strings,
an imperfect bow
and half-forgotten notes.
So, I’ll let you sleep,
and you’ll remain a dream.
Nothing compares with make believe.
Rowena Curtin 23rd November, 2016.
