Pink fingers of light
tint the dawn mist
arising from the valley floor
like infusions of reality in dreams.
Two souls blended into one
as they slowly float to the surface.
Ecstatic feelings of love and sensuality
swirling and whirling around them.
Their gradual awakening
in the soft pink light
brings forth infinite
evocations of love and laughter.
Shared, as everything is shared
amongst themselves
encompassed by
rushes of infinite adoration.
© 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
