- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An Ethereal Message
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An Ethereal Message
I heard the voice of your heart
Upon the winds of time
Calling to me....beckoning me....
Entertwining your soul with mine.
In an ancient ethereal rose garden, I sit
My wild auburn mane flowing wildly
As I gaze down in a time-worn stone pond
Filled with floating lilies, surrounded by crystal waters.
My reflection stares back at me
As a single tear slips down my silken face
Creating a ripple upon the mystical waters beneath.
My young heart feels heavy
As lonliness encases my heart with threads of hurt,
Turning my normally hazel eyes a pure hunter green.
A delicate flutter gently spreads across the surface,
As tiny flowers descend from the oak trees into the air around me..
This combination causes a ripple to crease the*liquid mirror.
As the water calms, a shadow of a man
Appears before me, beseeching me in my mind's eye.
I close my tear-filled eyes
When suddenly a voice, rich and deep, whispers....
"I am coming for thee, my beloved"
Making me feel seductively intoxicated.
Feeling darkness overtake me, I feel a warmth surrounding me
As I am gently caught upon the ethereal air of this ancient rose garden.
Laid gently upon the flowered bed.
I lower my long black lashes and surrender to slumber.
As I awaken, my dark green eyes flutter open
I gasp in surprise as flowers float among the mist around me,
Finding the earth surprisingly warm beneath me, protectively,
My eyes widen in shock, as a single blue rose lay upon my breast.
I gaze helplessly, as it shimmers on one blue petal.
Raising my hand gently, my heart flutters as my fingers touch a small golden celtic ring,
My lips tremble slightly as I touch the perfect emerald in its center.
Then as I turn to it over to read the inscriptions, I inhale a quick breath as it reads:
"Forever you shall be my beloved Milady Monique, loved by your Dark Knight"....
Note: I always write from the soul and my deepest thoughts.
*Liquid mirror is referred to by me as a mirror, for those that do not know.
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoA beautiful romantic poem from the days of old when Knights were romantic and the ladies were glad of it.
Maria2394almost 20 years agogood images here, but you tell us about them rather than allowing us to feel them, see them, with you. I also feel this would make a good story, or pare it down and inject it with some serious feelings :)
lostandfounderalmost 20 years agoAs a poem, this is good, but I think that this would make a wonderful romantic story. To me, the images created their own mythology, as if there is more to this tale than is told here. Thanks for sharing!
