With the dimming of day
Ancient fires blaze the sky
Dying to tiny white embers
The silken embrace of wind kissed air
Envelops the moonlight
Trembling over the night shaded treetops
Lips slowly melt together
Magnetized as moth wings to flame
The outside world vanishes beyond the flame
Forgotten while moon rays
Trace fingers over mountain scented skin
And soft sighs gently escape
Into the darkness from dampened lips
Following ancient paths
Along quivering flesh
Your gentling caress sweeping
All doubts from my mind sending
Feathers of stardust fluttering down
Dusting our evanescent embrace
With a shimmering passion
Known to soul touched lovers
Rising upward to the moon
Onwards past shooting stars
Bursting into heaven with you
Breaths catching as hearts entwine
Floating back to alpine peaks
As morning light eclipses the night
And mountain breeze brings tranquil sleep

July 2001
Cloudwalker
There are always those that touch the heart and can make dreams and fantasies a reality. Gee, MIA always.
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