Dark Muse
10-17-2008, 01:47 AM
Beneath the Mango Trees
Beneath the mango trees
within the cool breeze
where the sun is barely
a golden touch
The waters calling softly
repetitively while somewhere
a distant bird calls
hidden away with feathers
as bright as the foliage
A place which can only exist
within the depths of a memory
that was only recalled out of a
dream, but how beautiful it was
that one fine day
When we lay beneath
the mango trees
just barely touching
skin against skin
with the sweet nectar
of fruit between us
The sands were cool
to the touch of warm bodies
and we danced among the
golden evening with not a cloud
in sight
Never will this moment be
forgot, while never has it
been materialized in time
it was only contrived
a place to escape where
in spite of the sunshine
the air is always cool
And there you await me
within the grove
where we lay among the vines
entangled as each twisted limb
A sanctuary found beneath
the mango trees, and when
twilight falls, together we
watch the stars with only the sound
of the light misted rain
stirred by the breeze
we are warmed in each other.
Beneath the mango trees
within the cool breeze
where the sun is barely
a golden touch
The waters calling softly
repetitively while somewhere
a distant bird calls
hidden away with feathers
as bright as the foliage
A place which can only exist
within the depths of a memory
that was only recalled out of a
dream, but how beautiful it was
that one fine day
When we lay beneath
the mango trees
just barely touching
skin against skin
with the sweet nectar
of fruit between us
The sands were cool
to the touch of warm bodies
and we danced among the
golden evening with not a cloud
in sight
Never will this moment be
forgot, while never has it
been materialized in time
it was only contrived
a place to escape where
in spite of the sunshine
the air is always cool
And there you await me
within the grove
where we lay among the vines
entangled as each twisted limb
A sanctuary found beneath
the mango trees, and when
twilight falls, together we
watch the stars with only the sound
of the light misted rain
stirred by the breeze
we are warmed in each other.