Saturday, June 26th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
The Dreamtime
Be my lover midst the dreamtime,
Let not go my silver cord.
Bind me to thy loving heart,
That winds not thrust me away.
I'll anchor you beside me
with hand wrought silver chain.
Then salve your hurt with kisses
to draw out all your pain.
Bindings of the dreamtime
Will nae be rent with sword.
Knowing I will do my part,
To all your fears allay.
Hidden meanings found in ink
Dark hot thoughts we dare to think
Sounds on paper the pen does rasp
In twisting line a lover's gasp
Journey with me in the dreamtime,
With muses we a common chord.
Together create a work of art,
That we might beauty's love convey.
© April 28, 1999 Marissa A Spencer & Bret Smith
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