“flashing lights” by scheherazade

flashing lights
electric songs
morning’s night
love was born
come hither
envelop me
nestle closer
gently silently
wordless stories
threads of gold
silver valleys
molten flows
slowly tenderly
meandering strokes
piercing through me
whispers of hope

scheherazade is listening sleepless to chirping crickets, shimmery soft nakedness illuminated by bright orange flashing lightning… there is a sound so still, so small, so sweet… is it u singing in the woods downstairs?…

~ by bunnyblu on September 3, 2008.