Sun peeked through the emeralds,
Those adorning the quiet mahoganies.
Kissing my skin meek, tender,
With its lips of feeble embers.
My feet danced to the rustle,
Of breeze and winged bustle.
Chanting ballads below dawn,
Voice knit by silken joy.
Rubies glowed beside me,
Their bloody petals, gentle whispers.
Bled atop their eager thorns
Along rough and verdant murmur
Combing my curls fell sapphires,
Bearing their pale, snowy sighs.
Tracing roots and hidden paths,
Underfoot, where deadmen lie.
Tempting my eyes called
The vine hung amethysts.
Summer laced their silken skin
On flushed cheeks, shy smiles
Silently, I admire that jewelry,
Dressed in starry symphonies.
That forest that my skin bristles
With the scent of hasteless love.