When her and I have come to bare... A Poem-A-Day of BlogTramp Ray

Shimmers and sings in swaying rows of pear-trees bending, in her ripening autumn breeze; the russet-haired lady who calls for me through the forest of langour, a shining soft-light of warm moon-mist and diamond glitter; echoing like cavernous frost canyons and crackly crystalizing cotton candy sugarclouds of twilight skygarden mosaic or is that just the windy sigh when flutters the shivering lashes of her essence(dazzling divine eyes that stare a racing beam of light and hope inside the electric flowerseeds of my mind and heart; connected where all her fruits are finally shared...)though i must painfully, abruptly hault and hear the eagle soaring high that calls across a nervous sky the scene of thunderous lightning veins, my selfishy desiring wants, they soon frighten all her falling leaves and i will freeze and wither or weather (the decision grips and snares then tears) polarized in the shadowcast where day meets night in a guilty pleasure-twilight (that Her and I have come to bare)