I knew her as Encantica, when first
she came ... though as "Enchantica "
that day, when the morrow would wait.
When through the wood, I followed her, to a secret place ...
in wonder of sunlight ascending, through illuminated, translucent lace.
Bathed in gold, hair a-glo, the deepest of auburn shades,
Form natural and fresh, slip outlining, every recess.
Breasts rising, softly highlighted, 'neath, a light cotton dress
... radiated a warm tenderness.
A breeze wakened banquets of evergreen,
aside flowered brook & scented stream,
as we continued in wonder, in what seemed ... a dream.
As the breeze, she turned ...
& with a look, like a caress,
did say: Come to me
from 'neath the shade, where she lay.
Upon that natural weave, of fragrant mint & tender leaf, we played ...
until with murmur and sigh, I felt her bodily say: Come onto me
... thereafter, we were
... swept away.
The forest stood in wonder ...
& heaven seemed with-under, on that fair summer day ...
when with one last refrain, arching upward she exclaimed
"Come with me my love. . . that we may, together ...
fade ... away ".
Sweet Dreams ...
Inspirational Writings & Original Music
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Music ~ Like a Breeze ~ by Brad Kalita, author, composer