Enchanted

The breeze dry filled with century’s old salt
Deep in glancing blows of abandoned thought
Her fingers hang loose dripping in the heat
Evolving a fantasy never quite complete

Ever so soft caressing her glass to catch the cool sweat
Her lips numb biting down the smile ruining her bet
As her hat shades her eyes that he had often met
In a house of wonder, desire and suspect

A soft flute tossed its notes along the wind
As brittle glitters of sunlight shone within
Palms fan the sun with dancing shadows
The breaking waves smooth in woven flows

She takes him below in her ways
Till alls the end of days
Immortal essence left in glorious streams
The enchanted love of dreams…………

Fennigan T 4.19.11