Golden whispers.

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Soft rays of golden haze spilling at the end of days

as the sun slips from sight and the stars awaken

for their journey through the night draining my world

of light. Sprinkled glitter sparkles in the whispered

mist of seas delight as summers cloud envelopes

my soul caressing the darkest corners and

illuminating forgotten troves of lost treasures.

There is a whisper on the breeze,

a tune in the whistling

birds that sing

of beauty.

Day

end arrives

and the darkness of the

skies draws me in with the hint

of forbidden passion that clings to my skin

as the days mist refuses to leave and the stars hide

behind a thin veil of lust. The moons slither reaching through

the darkness her pearly glow reaching into the abyss of nothingness

enveloping my spirit, awakening the deep desire that burns inside my veins

as the evening sun leaves the sky and darkness fills my sparkling eyes.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

 

 

 

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