Dreams Clutch… 1801-2k12

Succulent luscious thine lips, drip divine sweetness from my skies. Which eyes so scarce behold, and the fluttering heart is sold. Like from times are ballads told. Gossamer canst thine silks match. Beaded threads lend to smiles. Like peeling bells from ages yon. From past calls creations morn, then in mists were stars born. Gloss of being thine ambers reflect, downy soft sculpted in the form. Like fluttering freedom sings. To a swift the heart brings, as dreams clutch distant things. original 18 Jan -12 Islamabad. http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=nVxnNNGjubg&feature=mr_meh&list=PLDE7836A5F82C7DF2&lf=bf_play&playnext=0