Beautiful and Yet
She is beautiful and yet the streams of yesterdaystill wend their heavy course down roads
steeped in long past, unforgotten memories.
She is a bridge between two worlds,
a hand span of breathless waiting, wanting
She is beautiful and yet
She is beautiful and yet the lips that once
bled into his, curve like the crescent of moon
pearly white, opalescent dreams to catch
and hold for an eternity of soul seeking.
She is a mirror that shows at midnight
She is beautiful and yet
She is beautiful and yet the starkness
of winter trees still howl in her breast
their creaking limbs an echo
on mistletoe kisses she feasted upon
She is the breath between lovers
She is beautiful and yet
She is beautiful and yet dreams are elusive
the first bloom of spring, still sings
its blushing tide upon her cheeks
She is the vast ache of barren landscapes,
the mistral wind of sleepless nights
She is beautiful and yet
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2014-05-19 at 20:14
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