Selene

I turn my face to yours.
Such a gentle touch you give, my Selene.
I look with awe and love to the sky.

Inhaling the sweet scent of forest green and pine all around.
I feel and hear your gentle breath as it wynds through the trees.

Ah, your face is already engaged in close water source by my feet.
Show me your glowing face and push away the shadows.

Copyright © 2006 Ann Marie Meadows (Poetry.com)
Copyright © 2009 Ann Marie Meadows (Lulu.Poetry.com)
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