steve a. manolis poet

Lost In the Magic

 

 

Lost in the magic of you

Whispers are winds in the night
Sleeping tightly in deepest dreams
Not to awaken this empty vessel...
As I sink deep into the earthly folds

 

Some say it's the darkness that matters most
Yet in that darkness is peaceful rest
And the light of the words becoming one
In poems I've written for thousands of nights

 

And in silence, tranquillity dances
So sing this body to the plains of unconsciousness
And longing desires will find my soul
Lost in the magic of you.