Phantom

the  rustling leaves, 
create images of shadows dancing in all grace.
on exalted sea of my memory, there you are sailing.

the dripping water from my faucet;
leaves a stain reminiscent of  a kiss you bestowed 
upon my parched lips. 

all the stars tonight 
and the lone moon host the evening's fair
a  chariot in the wind will bring a phantom in my dream.

we will  hear the music  of nature's bliss
a symphony to lull and ease
and wait til you fall asleep.


only then i could stare and touch 
thy hidden face behind the mask 
and kiss  thy lips at once.


in your slumber i will crawl 
deep into your skin 
my name will be tattooed in your soul.

 let the trees sway;
heed the wind's voice  and sail with out fear 
the phantom's here.

 ©jenh2013