Untitled...tribute to Miss Emily Dickinson

Image..original manuscript of "Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickenson  
 
My Darlin Emily,  
Funny Lady in still white  
You retreated too soon  
Took refuge in a room of words  
And we were graced  
By your self imposed exile  
And i wonder of your dreams?  
 
Did you Em?  
Dream furious "Wild Nights, Wild Nights.."  
Did you silently scream in dark  
For his "Moor"  
"Rowing in your Eden?"  
 
Did you luxure in tempest's touch?  
What did you know of those winds?  
I pray more than breeze,  
But fueling passionate power  
I fear you flowered and felt  
The "futile" loss of it  
While you harvested "heart's port"  
 
"Ah, the sea!"  
Indeed Emily..  
I prayed more than breeze  
As I mapped my own seas..  
I held your "compass" tight  
And I was touched by you  
And your many shores...