Silken Dawn

Silken Dawn is a love story, in all its innocent wandering. When from my way I again sway, new years’ eve she turns to a day. For a moment so high, she is a reason why; that none believe is all I can’t deny. This book is about her beauty, love and still my failed duty, a girl, not of this world, love at first sight, and its lasting delight. Special intrusion, and all my confusion. All that silence can with a smile only say, all that be may. Set in another place, by His grace, when I was brought to see your face. As a continuation to She, where all of them are real, except for me.

The unending appeal of a moment inserting everlasting joy, adding to Lord’s aptitude, elevation, she is a culminating tower of faith, placed out of reach of all that such fail to rate. This is a story of her beauty, ultimately cementing to Lord duty.

Published: 2014
Pages: 465

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Carries blessed beauties grace,
Whose every trace I embrace,
It walks quiet as the night,
To all and none holding right.

From nature of man, it states,
With relevance domesticates,
Swiftly it alone worlds owned,
As virtuous eyes look beyond.

Itself it needed not explain,
Nor can it itself refrain,
You know it’s there, as you sprung,
Love, always fresh and young.

Yet familiar in its own way,
It fades not as all else may,
Not physical enough to strain,
Only one in heart may remain.

In famine a feast, darkness lit,
With pale chick and bare feet,
By moon dust drawing a trail,
On river dark holy laying grail.

Idea attract, from else distract,
Making I touch her every part,
As sculptor does with his art,
Love is to see that is her heart.

That in his stone is gently set,
Is kept within by your breath,
Around you I silently swirled,
Feeling as on top of the world.

Some life incredible to instill,
Far reach to before you kneel,
In it I flow, I can to forever go,
As to you I still look with owe.

Love Is…

I not know how you do it Father,
You that set this perfect encounter,
A moment within a moment,
And all words meant I did invent.

It’s not her age, color of her hair,
In strange love all becomes fair,
She was simple made for me,
And none can do this but He.

It just works and I can’t explain,
You’re made to my heart reign,
Inflicting on me that I wish be,
How lovely indeed is to agree.

After that kiss, coming to ease,
Nothing else I wanted to kiss,
Mine to memory you assigned,
Mine was that part you defined.

When The World Faded