Halls of the Dark Muse

Iridescent Love

Passion stirs
a gossamer curtain
falling in soft strokes
from a painter's brush
while the wind
convalesces among the leaves
only dashes of color

Moved by lingering perfume
which drifts upon
golden weaves
where voices speak
in low sweet tones

Soul quivers
transcending
through curling mist
bespoke of silence
shifting iridescence
in painted waters

Heart beat
butterfly wings
whisked away
in streams of color
falling from the
Arctic sky

These seeds
planted
for the ghosts
and carried away
with forgotten wishes