PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Your eyes gleam in the reminiscence of fire

Which bathes itself in delicate rivers and withers

Along the white shores shining in pulchritude

Colors that you can almost touch; silhouettes of a butterfly

Sometimes you would feel a tender touch on your neck

And reach out to grab the hand that wasn't there

Caressing your hair through its fingers as if

an enmity of one whom you loved long ago; moving across the sky

There was once a time when flowers sank deep into the snow

During humble winter where everything was still and dying

With the sun barely melting the frost scorched pine trees

An introverted girl, growing up in an era of expression

She listened to what the calm night had to ask, and answered

with her dreams, breaking the clouds of her stormy days

Hold on to her hand, you soft-spoken lover

Nothing is to fear in this modern age