mystick777

Rain sheens on your skin brightening winter’s twilight as we skip puddles. Wood smoke curling up enshrouds your head and shoulders portrait in soft greys. Unfold those fresh wings and take to the air gently dawn’s light has broken A tendril of hair frames the hollows of your face soft dance of shadows. The moon loves to hide behind the glint in your eyes where you keep secrets. Silk runs down your back your hair a burnished curtain catching candle light.