He Moves Me
Shalt
not
disturb
^
As
I
observe
^
His
form
commence
^
A
primal
dance;
^^^
I
stop
to
stare
^
I
dare
to
near
^
Can
feel
the
flow
^
Caught
in
his
trance;
^^^
With
gentle
strength
^
A
fluid
length
^
His
motion
finds
^
Artistic
grace;
^^^
He
fills
his
soul
^
Then
empties
whole
^
and
^
Moves
me
to
^
His
sacred
space.
^^^
©Robyn Lee
Warm thanks to the wonderful gentleman featured in my post today for permitting me
to share this candid photograph. My subject {Muse} has respectfully requested anonymity to preserve his privacy.
♥
~
Hope You’ve Enjoyed!
~
Much Love to All
~
RL
Each Night
Each night
he
comes
to my
window
unannounced,
~
watching
me
from
a
distance
through
starry
eyes.
~
Each night
in
all
his
splendor
~
cloaked
in
glowing
shades
of
dark
mystery,
~
I
sight
him
swaying
to
and
fro
masterfully
in the
evening
wind.
~
Each night
he
whispers
to
me;
deep
enchanting
words
I
feel,
yet
cannot
hear
~
for
his
language
is
unspoken,
and
his
charms,
of
another
world.
~
Each night
he
takes
my
breath
and
lifts
my
mortal
heart,
~
enveloping
me
fully
in
the
sphere
of
his
luminous
presence.
~
And
~
Each night,
before
he
goes,
he
kisses
me;
~
delivering
me
safely
~
to
slumber
~
where
~
I
know
~
now,
~
I
can
fly.
~
©Robyn Lee
