| Written: APR 27, 2002 |
A pale range of mountains,
Lying, cuddling together in perfect form.
Draped in mists of violet silkiness,
They hide secretive pleasures.
Peaks facing skyward,
Eyes of the mother look dreamy.
Seductively her eyes embrace the sun,
Caressing all about her.
With a drawing appearance,
I feel helpless but to look.
Needful I take it all in with a gasp,
As a drowning man once more in the air.
As the rain erodes,
So to does her gaze;
My will is failing to Time,
Pleasantly I would gladly give in.
Innocently leading me on,
Her look calls to me in whispers.
I yearn to yield to natural beauty,
To the mysterious Seductress.
