paviel
On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.
Day-um lady
brighten day
filled like a dark night
by the pale harvest moon
nothing is really visible
everything lurks black
words I utter every poem
that jumps from my mind
you brighten day-um lady
can you possibly
make me more at ease
when I dream those sensual dreams
of who I am becoming
in the softness of your light
© paul viel 2006
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