She comes
By Darmok
She Comes, by Darmok 4/10/02 ~~ Pray tell, when comes this beauty, and by which name will she speak. Is she the moon's daughter wherein dreams we shall meet... ~~ or is she the sun's fury and o're the day we'll play.... is she in front of me just beyond my reach... waiting...smiling... enticing me this way.... ~*~ oh, bring me this.... tis your joy, as I would share and bathe. In golden rays, draped beneath your summer's hair, released... the weight and bonds of care, slipping silently, quietly... away. Hi.........I love this poem and thought to add a little more...any comments? Good/no? keep the addition or not? Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 12:42 PM PST, Darmok love
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"She Comes,..."