Silver Dance (Josy W)

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..


@2011