
The Rise of Eve
At the rise of eve’s nocturnal moon I will not appear on earthen ground but be buried deep within, tending to the silence.
I will be someplace where nothing goes, except for the grace of nature’s design that grasps the brilliant threads of a dreaming heart.
Lured and caressed like a lover’s hand is where I’ll turn around and be found. In the center of an intimate dream, lost between foolishness and wisdom.
Where, a colorful landscape spreads and carries me swiftly to the blessings. A sweetness that adds dignity to my dreams and where love fills my soul with gentle ease.
–genece hamby