venture toward lands and places
far away, where there are no traces
of aught but true love, deep.
My mouth, steal away
to sing in dreams and to my eyes
speak, until that unison dyes
my every thought in perfect sway.
Between dancing darkness and flirting
light, heaven's scent perfuming
each step from gate to gate,
my own dreams skirting
the rim of golden swooning,
finally, nestling into peace until sweet abate.
by Karli Krueger
by Karli Krueger