This is the most wonderful poem given to Me by crybaby, on My birthday. Read this and enjoy, and then read it again, imagining you hear My voice in the background, taking your mind, deeper and deeper with each word.
She Rules The Pink Mist
Dazzling dreams beyond the depths of delight.
Sweet aberrations deep seeded at night.
Pink rings surround the edges of my mind
Moving forward and enveloping inside, they bind;
Rooted in a voice that makes me quiver and remain,
Like shadows dancing to her sweet refrain.
Such bliss and wish to be lost from my senses;
A movement beyond the making of my fences.
And so we dance, but it is really her dance, and her control
To all her commands which start to unfold.
I am captured, submitted and ruled in my thought;
Which is no longer mine to which I have fought.
It is hers to command and obey I shall,
For she rules the pink mist, and therefore I fall.
The web is secure; the hold is sublime,
The truth of my weakness is the strength of her mind.