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((A beautiful blonde women in crimson gown)( ornate attire, sequence overcoat long coattails, deep red lacework, French mid 17 century bustier bodysuit crimson,) ornate obsidian beadwork.) ( She plays a lute, and sings for a audience a wizardly man)( he dressed in ornate crimson robe,) (various magical fey creatures surround the pair,) (as the man sits on a abstractly large blue capped mushroom.)(The scene takes place in a meadow clearing of a mystical forest.) (The sky shows signs of sun breaking through a cloudy overcast sky),((It is raining upon the woman, man,) along with their audience.) Fantasy, reality, great detail, surreal, abstract, realism.
A stamp of the feet, percussion is felt, rhythm through time, a clap keeps the beat. I look around just woodland creatures at my feet.
When a queen crimson plays her tune, all creatures pause. For this is a moment in time that washes over all, rejuvenation of a souls grime.
Her sweet musing couldn't be more divine, softly spoken poetry turns to song. A gentle voice softens the soul, as a cup of cool water to quench the parched whole.
Strings start to sing with a stroke of her hand, a tap of the ring. Inquisition fades to light, the rain falls in delight. Who should be so lucky?
Warm vibrations starts to kiss the wind, breath in melody, her harmony entangles 1's soul. A glance surveys amazement. Even the woodland kin?
Who could resist, a serenade of a queen?
Not I...
Time stops its march, moments turn to days. A sweet muse stands before me, her look shows a loving way. A frosted heart thaws, her crimson gown accoutrement to a beauty in movement. Her story sung between chords, a strings stopped by a palm, a soul's kiss crowns.
Her gaze tells the tale in every way I know. A paper crown no more, king crimson looks for a word, but her eyes upon me stills 1's mind. I sits upon a chair of blue wondering how on earth this dream stepped into reality.
A clam ensues, nothing really matters, very little matters much. A love between us in nature, is all I care to touch.
A glance she casts, brings me back to her. She asks my darling did you enjoy my tune?
Yes my sweet, but you know resisting poetics of your love is an endeavor in absurdity.
My queen smiles in answer, my wonderment returns.
Loved Ever More,
Aaron Baker
PS. Playing in the rain never felt so great. In this garden that has sown, a crimson grown blooms. A sweet musing brings smiles. Lucky few know what true love means, a new dawn born in dreams dealt.
1 Tuned Vibration Dedicated 4 Taylor Alison
11ov3 Aaron David
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