~Mistress Of The Web~

She came to me in a dream one night
Her arms were feathered, disguised in white
Gossamer wisps of ornate yarns
Woven round her body's form

A mystic world reached out to me
My eyes looked up, I could not see
Colors swirled in distant darkness
Leaving reflections carved like an artist

Shooting stars framed the royal night
I was caught in the midst of a dream odyssey flight
I felt the music, rather than heard
The vibrations raced through my blood like a sword

Distant echos reached my mind
Hot sparks flew from deep inside
She reached and touched me, I felt the pain
Hot needles shot through my every vein

Sharp and keen the blade of love
Ravaged bodies wrapped in hugs
Caught in flight, suspended there
A flame of love, not distant ..... near

Sand * * *

(The above poem was written especially for this set by
Sand. You are more than welcome to use it on this set,
but remember to use the matching logo to link back to
"The Softest Kind Of Poetry". ~THANK YOU~)