Elysian Dream

 

Jewelled pair to mine eyes do stare
Surrounded by silken complexion fair
Lashes long and lips lush
Locks graceful waves tamed not by brush
A smile to upstage a setting sun
Before which be even moons grace undone
Such beauty almost unreal it seems
For so perfect things are the stones of dreams

 

(C) Copyright Adam 'Cyrik' Salken 2003, all rights reserved.
This poem may be used free of charge, on the condition that copies are not sold for profit in any medium, nor any entrance fee charged to a performance. In exchange, the author would appreciate being notified of any occasion the poem is used in public performance. He may be contacted at: cyrik@whoever.com