Fridge Poetry 4 - Flowering Love

Under the full moon

I dream I have a soul

that knows nothing of pain,

damnation,

or the dusk of paleing love.

I dream I know of

infinite mystery,

midnight kisses,

the fire of dawning

life,

flowering love

and flying through the veils of time and spirit.

My naked soul screams at the sky,

the sun,

the sea,

the shadow.

I become lightning and light the night.