Summer's Willow
there are soliloquies in her eyes
so soft as a summer willow's sighs,
there are mysteries, romantic clues
currents swimming the evening blues,
she is no one I ever knew
no she is not, not even you,
aspire to such transcendent graces
eternal aspects of her faces,
adorn my visions of the night
with swells of deep, enchanting light,
falling asleep in beds of velvet air
the stars all weep the brilliance of her hair,
as though a spirit divinely shining
whilst the sea's dark tides were all reclining,
she dances into the skies, right before dawn
her chariot by ivory horses drawn,
she is no one one the world has known
such uncounted dreams her gown has sown,
she is no one I ever knew
no she is not, not even you,
are but a shadow of such a love's comprise
a passing window of poetry's revise,
for when she speaks in Beauty's guise
there is no one to see her eyes,
no one to know or ever knew
swimming in the evening blue,
singing soliloquies to the skies
so soft as Summer's Willow sighs,
{she is no one, not even you}
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-03-13 at 23:33
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