Dark shadowy splendor!
Light cascading through the shimmering wind-stroked Maples.
A sultry brilliance caresses the room,
radiance engaging the gears of longing
playfully pouring from the sky
in this naked room, on this naked floor.
Wake not – the shining cataract
nourishes this demon as she plays.
Dance, sing — she has her way,
drawing from the cove of primordial night
Thanks Diane. I do love the dance of words. Doug