One Poem by James Webb Wilson

Crystal of Dark Reserve

In the midnight crystal of dark reserve
A timid heart must never swerve
In the balcony of theaters there,
In warm aromatic April’s air
Distilled perfume of her mystique
In my imagination become unique
When fantasies at last come true.

There when the lights seem so tender
Two snuggled souls are the kindling
My heart became a master ages old
In a flood so sensual and bold
This ready flush in a redden blush.

Then there behind the ivied wall
Behind the evergreen shrubs in privacy
We’ll share our thoughts and utmost dreams
If Love is all that it seems.

{Poem by James Webb Wilson}