Through the foggy realm of sleep
A hazy slyph came from the deep
And in this haunting nighttime mist
Came a tender touch, then a kiss.
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This sprightly spirit danced through the room
Banishing the impending gloom
Her gown a lacey, gauzy veil
Her features pallid white, and pale.
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Her scent jasmine and columbine
Mixed with that of rose and wine
She vanished into the morning’s air
The sleeper reaching in despair.
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With dawn all trace of her was gone
‘cept a hint of jasmine in the air
On the nightstand in the sun
A wilted rose was laying there.
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Céad Míle Fáilte 
Visiting from Susie’s party. Very nice. Love the imagery.
I will say WOW too..
I like the way this felt as I read the words
felt like whispers in the dark…!
do you mind if I reblog this one Paul…?
Take care….
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maryrose
Hi Maryrose,
Glad you liked this one. Don’t know if I was fighting it or if it was fighting me but I finally just said it’s enough and sent it out. I don’t mind if you reblog anything.
Paul
WOW! Wonderful.
I really do like “WOW’s”, Cindy. Thanks for giving a moment of your time.
Paul
I really liked the elegance and imagery in this poem!
lly,
Thanks for the kind comments and for the visit. Glad you enjoyed my humble efforts.
Paul