In the midst
of this deepest sadness
the reminiscence
of a secret happiness
From the highest peaks of light
to the Isles of outer darkness
she came shining bright
my Lady of the Harvest
My Belladonna of the night
Tag: Love Poetry
The High Street
Roaming the endless
fields of poppies flowering
in a land of milk and honey
forever flowing
gracefully she comes
to find me mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun
