Enraptured

By Stone Bryson

The din surrounds me.........

the voices of the crowd becomes a drain,

the hectic rhythm drives the pressure,

a mountain of strain…

‘til I think of you.

Waiting for me.........

a Celtic goddess from a time arcane,

the epitome of class, passion, and beauty,

mere words can’t explain…

how I feel for you.

Emotion lifts me.........

darkest demons begin to still and fade,

killing every doubt, fear, and heartache,

consigned to a grave…

it’s all about you.

Your soul enraptures………

the moon enhances your angelic face,

my inspiration, my muse, and my love,

I’d never replace…

the essence of you.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written June 2007

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