I never know when she will come or go, but when she appears, there is always such beauty:
Come with me, into the chilled winter mist…
Our hearts breathe, under silent, navy sky,
Frosting moonlight with every passioned sigh.
Let us wander in an evergreen whist,
Where the seduction of heat will insist…
That we create a burn hot as July.
As closer we draw, the stars can’t deny,
Brighter we burn if we torridly kissed.
You reached my soul with your caress of word.
You left me shaken and trembling and weak,
You wrapped me in a haze of devotion
I breathed your love in, not able to speak.
The silence more piercing than what is heard,
I awoke…entwined in silk emotion.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Beautiful
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This is one rare remaining piece by a friend of mine who discontinued her blog some time ago. I repost these few here in her memory and in the hope that she will one day return to share her wonderful work.
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Oh I hope so too, she is really gifted in her art of words ….
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