Secret Hideaway

A secret meeting place.

Pale yellow moonlight, spotlighting the path
to our secret hideaway, following blue hair grass
The fragrance of honeysuckle, alive in the air
crossing over the bridge, bougainvillea everywhere
Walking through the trellis,in a distance you can see
blossoms of wisteria, falling down around me
As your shadow draws near, I run into your arms
just the locust singing, I feel your body so warm.

 

©SyberRose

 

Author's Note

Thank you for Reading...Warmly, SyberRose

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Secret Hideaway or out in the open, I could almost feel the pale
yellow moonlight grazing my skin. A beautiful piece Rose...

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much...I like that response...grazing your skin...Im happy you enjoyed.

[Dream Weaver]

I did Rose and thank you for sharing.

[jerrypat]

Whew! Happy you finally got to him, the grass and honeysuckle and bougainvillea, never mind the wisteria, had my sinus' in a big time dither. Just kidding, SyberRose, I thoroughly enjoyed the poem. Love the last line . . . The locust knows!

[SyberRose]

Thank you Jerry...Next time it will be the Holiday Inn...haa...SyberRose

[jerrypat]

Recommended.

[Chris]

Welcome to WC.

Mellow and a soft heat. It led the way to a heart's smile.

[SyberRose]

Thats very sweet of you to read another poem tonight...Im glad you like it Chris and I will read more of yours but maybe since its almost midnight Ill come back in the morning...SyberRose.

[Blue Belle]

I love it! The imagery is so amazing! It's sounds like a magical place. :)

[SyberRose]

Thank you Little Blue Bird...nice to hear from you and so happy you enjoyed Secret Hideaway...Thank you for reading...SyberRose