Shadows are lurking above
In the atmosphere,
Weaving the stars into runes
Of a cosmic spell,
Shimmering, drowning beneath
Diamond endless dome.
I even breath in the mist
Of the Orion.
Fingers are filled with the hight
Of a sweet embrace.
Dome smiling warm with the light
Of a jewell lace.
I hear the voices that hint
On seducing throne.
I feel the flattering scent
Of the Orion.
Silvering lights interfere
In the silent night,
Slightly reflecting the depth
Of the distant skyes.
Senses dissolve in the air
And the mind is torn.
I've never dreamed of a home
Like the Orion.
Orion
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2011
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