Dreaming of Strings

In the bed of silk i lay, material slick and cold.

Red hair across soft pillow, moon light shining on the outside snow.

 

My heart drifts, to the world where one would possibly be.

Eyes to watch me, fingers to guide me, a hand to control my strings.

 

A heart sitting in shadows, broad, open and still.

In a chest overwhelmed in sounds with the desires of pounding need..

 

Deeper I go, into the land of moonlit dreams, seeing sweet touches of the hand upon me.

 

I wish to never wake up from shadow, unless I feel in early morning light, that loving pull of my strings.

~Hildda Deveaue

 

Hello Everyone,

Happy Saturday to all of you and I hope you all are staying warm if you are in the snowy cold areas and if you are in the ropics on a beach, under brezzy palms, well...please call me and I will book the next flight. :)

Please forgive my attempt at a little poetry, I use to write all the time when I was much younger, I would fill my diaries with all sorts of things, I fell out of practice having gone off to school and now a working woman with little time on her hands. I did however was inspired to write something to go with this photo I took, I normally do not do Black and white at all, but it seemed fitting with the theme.

I hope you all have a wonderful Saturday and weekend and I promise the fan requests are coming, I appreciate and love all of you for your requests and encouragements.Then mean the world to me.

Thank you again for allowing me to share my photo with you and till next time.

 

XOXO,

Hildda

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