Mythology...

Whispers soft,
delicate words spoken
to no one but hoping
they float on the wind
and blow 'bout your hair
in wisps of thermal delight
as they dance here and there,
in a halo of light like a crown
made of rainbow,
in a green goddess dress
with a crooked smile
saying you know
though the wonder is you don't understand
the effect you have on poor mortal man
God and goddesses walk the land
and we live in your shadows...
ghosts...
           05-17-10