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Warrior
In the early morning frost His steps were very light Made before the coming of the day, And the ending of the cold night. His lacy marks Slowly faded away, He seemed to have disappeared Into the dawning day. Suddenly, within a breath, He was there His strong fingers Gently teasing my hair. His strong arms Belied his gentle embrace, Hesitantly I stared Into his rough face. Within the cold Of his deep black eyes Fire glinted, Much to my surprise. I saw his soul As his eyes held mine, Slowly he kissed me, His lips an intoxicating wine. Our laughter rode the wind Echoing among the pine trees Two forever now one My black eyed warrior and me.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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