Painted Womens Dream

Listens freely thinking clearly brush is painting bodies soul. Inside her hand with me stands lasting thoughts forever known. Lives painted women dreams homes charity has clearly flown. Music she has married followed sea flowing thrilling sounds she would sigh. Touching tasting masking her last rose powdered voice is crying in the night. Telling feet the path is clearly over grown gowns frail body cleans the passing light. Moons beauty shadows misty loving scent arms of grace in valleys blooming sun is fair. Living loving trembles holding all this world perfection formed the shaping of her foot. Waking body chilled of breath and shaking sweat grasping tendrils fading fingers knowing she is gone.