You Are.
You are …
You are the wind
howling like a wild
wolf on a full moon.
You a white peacock
glimmering in the
sunlight diamonds at
your tale and royalty
is becoming yours.
You are the taste of
hot chocolate
marshmallows and
whip cream melting
in my mouth.
You are the taste of
blood dripping from a
vampires death trap
fangs.
You are the smell of
prey just waiting to be
killed by a majestic Lion.
You are the memory of
death and betrayal
Sadness and the flames.
You are the distance
between my heart and
my soul, bombs and guns
that is war it may never end…
You are the distance
between Heaven and Hell,
Devil or Angel you will choose.
You are a boat sinking to the
sea bed,dark and cold you
may never see light again.
Dear Maisie,
I love the image of the peacock’s royalty: it seems very fitting!
Well done,
Mrs. H