Forest Angels

In the quiet times among
the valley lilies
Delicate couplets of white
kisses in the
glade of ferns
I stroll in communion with
the forest's breathing airs
Taking of the sweet grasses
and drinking of the crystal waters
from a trickling stream
winding seductively enmeshed in the
dank green moss floor
A heavenly haven of lush green
pleasures
My eyes dazzling in the magnificence
of this place of peace
The final meeting house of forest angels
A place of love and solitude
Of feelings, thoughts
but no kisses
Only dreams of you
in the green glade of
quiescence

Copyright ©
December 29, 1998
Michael David Coffey