Silver Dance (Josy W)

Posted on Posted in Poetry, Poets

will let you know of this my
curse,
that a scorpion a scare get,
a rattle snake a dance on my
toes,
kisses in hisses,
such tales ain’t to be told by my
barefeet,
a desert sand long missed,
but today you breathed life to a
dying thought,
many a hours tick tock death
invited,
to get this quil on milk running,
spilt in awesome desires,
it be strange fair maiden,
that this to you i scribe,
in a journey long and a setting
sun,
a moon wanting to awaken,
yet a cloud anytime would open,
barely do i such courage find,
makes thank you a word
precious,
hope you remind me to rock a
roll,
say in next a dream you i meet,
for such sweetness a honeydale
appreciat would,
hopefully heavens permit this,
to know angels need not any
white horses,
to toast in a merry meeting,
golden wings a shelter,
but till the happy hour us finds,
have this my imagnational rose,
that by silver gloves be picked,
this just for you,
let it open to such dreams you
wish..

©skillzthapoet

courtesy of Storyzetu

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