Interlude
Cold shivers stab deeply
Crimson beads drip
Horizons glimmer in this Icelandic enigma, reflecting
The story unfolds like a rose in the morning dew…
And the heart bangs, quickening
Like classical music to the ears
We have come so far…
Time to lie down
Repair the wounds
To accept, and merge as one…
Sultry moods blend in magical recluse now
As we dance poetically, sublimely…
Casting shadows as the sun reclines
We meet at the edge once and again…
Sweet is the intoxication of this never-ending lullaby…
Angelique L. Jenkins
20.02.2014
