These ethereal enchantresses guide the minds that power the inspiration bleeding thru the souls and onto the parchment in the ink flowing through the quills. They are goddesses. We merely the vessel of translation, attempting to honor them with mortal words, because we have forgotten the melodies of love that we once expressed in the halls of the heavens. Only a gaze, a brush of lips, a touch...can near the magic of that lost tongue of paradise.
Ladies, please forgive our mortal attempts to lift you back to the high thrones of the heavens. After all, we are only men. Accept our words, feel the love in our eyes as we gaze upon your beauty, let our souls embrace as we kiss, and know that our hearts are one as we dance (
© March 14, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic