I am yes, Enchanted.
By the Grace that flows from her fingers.
Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars.
By the same summer evenings, they seem so close.
Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters, her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls.
I am Enchanted by her hairs fine and long, like the grasses of the Meadow.
It is she, Enchanting, Heather by the Meadows, Ocean, Sky and Mountains.
Tag: enchanting
Lavender Moonlight – Heather Mirassou
Like peach blossoms
As lovely as daffodils
In the purest hope of spring
My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp
Your voice a hypnotic melody
I leap like a cricket
at the whisper of your name
The evening floats
On a great parrot wing
I am comforted
With you by my side
I hold you tight
Like two twilight beams across the sky
In the listless evening
I listen for the last chime of the day
I lie with you
In lavender moonlight
Hand-in-hand we reach our destiny
For a mystical shower of love