Swirls of curls swim atop her head,
she is smooth curves
more than proper for her age
yet longs to be
belonging to no one, nowhere
Heaven leaned to kissed her forhead,
in the darkness
of indigo night
one lone tear drop fell from the sky,
she doesn’t see
the profusion of stars,
sees not her crimson beauty,
nor visits the lavender laced mornings
reserved only for lovers of dawn.
Perhaps she has just forgotten,
and like Spring she will awaken
her tender years
the return of joy will bloom
bringing forth sweetness and she will be
refreshed from her slumber…
We will see her smile again.
It is our greatest hope.
Linking with dVerse tonight for Poetics. Grace has shared the glorious (and bursting with color) work of artist Sunita Khedekar, who has graciously allowed us to use her artwork for our posts! I was drawn to this beautiful image. Oh, and I am late, I think…but better late than never! OK, now I am ready for bed…hope to catch up visits tomorrow!