Waltzing down the
Mediterranean´s long blue hall,
Dancing slippers
of tides, awaiting softly their call,
Dawn graced her
head, with a tiara of diamond stars,
Violins were softly
plucked, by Venus, Saturn & Mars.
Proud & awaiting
her lover, the Mr. Ocean of silky blue ink,
Mountain was garbed
in a gown, of dawn´s early soft pink,
Corsage of & rosemary
& lilacs, tied in a ribbon of wild thyme,
Upon bee´s wild honey
& dew drops, she´ll sup & regally dine.
The moon peeped skulking
& awaited, a kiss of fond farewell,
The sun waved his warm
wand, casting his day´s golden spell,
The waved frills of
her gown, swirled in frothed pearly spume,
As the mountain bade
farewell, to her faithful minion, the moon.
Take my old fingers
of salt & let us dance with the herb & saline,
The mountain stood
tall & proud, while her Ocean lay still & supine,
And together they swayed
in time, as the sun gave a smile & sly wink,
The sea be-suited in
sapphire & the mountain wore dawn´s new pink.
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