Perfect Tranquility
By <b><FONT color=#ff0000>Shika</font> •
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There is a garden
Near the sea.
Whose grass is green
And flowers blue.
And in the garden
Lives an oak
With a bench that sways
Upon its bough.
Crunching barefoot
My dress billowing behind
Along I go to sit upon
The swaying bench.
I gaze out into the sea
The light changes,
From hazy yellow
To midnight black.
The moonlight seeps
Through the old oaks leaves,
Highlighting a near by rose
A glowing mithril bud.
Beside me I find
An ethereal creature,
Of pure love and beauty.
An angel with silk blonde hair
With two azure eyes,
That melt into mine.
In the haunting landscape
We sway upon the rocking bench
His feathers protecting me
His heart pulsating with love.
And there he holds me in
Perfect Tranqulity.