O 2 B 4 U
Oh to be yours forever
Under opalescent mother-o-pearl skies
To sink into your lazy lagoon of sheer tranquility
Where sorrows once accumalated -now are days gone by
~*~
Oh to bathe in your crystaline reflection
Your absolute and sheer perfection
My choice of transparency restless in my selection
Wanton at times with maudlin indiscretion
~*~
Oh to be the grass 'neath your feet
Or the chalice of yours to drink
Perhaps your feet stepping very high
Changing our stormy weather with a blink
~*~
Oh to be a rooster who crows in your morn
Of your every brand new day
To spend time my beloved in your magical, mystical world
Where absolute health prevails and illness forever has gone away
Wouldn't it be grand?
June 14, 2009
By Theodora Onken
© 2009 Theodora Onken
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