The sound of my beating heart, no longer muffled around you; a mere suggestion or reflection, enough to start, another journey; hiding among the Tinkers; the dogs released..the Trackers..
The sound of my beating heart
No longer muffled, around you
A mere suggestion, or reflection — enough to start
Blissful revelation, where we two
Run and dance before the dogs released, the Trackers
Chasing me and you
Hiding, among the Tinkers
The lower beings on the rung
I never measured, nor guessed the heights
Knowing only, they danced and sung
For pleasure, is for the seizing
And delighting in, for all its' worth
I fall in love, my heart is beating
Never having felt so close to and part of the earth
Our reverie and simple company
Bring us both to great heights
There are those we offend with truth and honor
Propriety doth slight
Those following our scent, the trail we leave
Through the misty forest, we weave
A trail to the Traveler's hideouts
Asking, may we stay the eve
With our newfound friends
No one sends
Recollecting the formalities
Or dictates of R.S.V.P.'s
Not sent, anyway
The dogs, having lost our scent
Somewhere, along the way
Returning home, empty-handed
While ours are full
True love comprehends,
The wisdom of spending time with fools
Wise enough to follow the inclinations of the heart
Not unlike the dogs, our trackers; ignoring their owner's inane rules
So brilliantly removed, from being that "smart"
Kiss me once again, before the sunrise
Awaking so quietly, in your arms
Preferring the company and daydream of Tinkers, such "fools"
Abandoning all pretense, and
Preferring to awake, kissed by morning dew; folded in your charms.
Copyright Pending — 2016 — Elaine M. Mullen — "GreenOgress — Volume II" — Xlibris Publishing Corporation-out soon!
Books available on numerous bookstore websites: xlibris.com (Xlibris Publishing Corporation), amazon.com, amazon.co.uk, bn.com (Barnes & Noble.com) and numerous other national and international bookstores — by order number.