Enchanting lips

The night was woven into soft melodic rhythms; a beautiful symphony at the eyes of the moonlight, caressing the depths of reality until illuminating his enchanting lips. Awakening the still garden of my soul that drove our impatient lips to other doors of perception. The garden of my soul where I keep him in long harmonious years, awakened; growing roots which undoubtedly spoke in silence, arrayed withing his forestry meadows interlacing into the deep rivers of his stream.From season to season our sacred geometry discovered a home much like the sun discovered a home on earth endowing unconditional warmth of light bringing life to a gentle land. Yours Truly Liz