Porcelain Doll
Natures purest children, a family apart.
Gentle petals touched, by Mother Natures flair,
Ephemeral, eternal, their beauty without care.
Lavender confusion, orchid petal sighs,
Forget-me-nots remembered in sleepless lullabies.
Laurestines, like painted doves, in peaceful serenade,
Oleander singing in a hidden forest glade.
Winter drapes its snow white cloak while flowers soundly sleep,
Eventually retreating to let the willow weep.
Rosebuds open gently to greet the morning sun,
Springtime with a cry of joy has only just begun..
Solitary Tear ( Acrostic )
Singular tranquility of a solitary tear,
Opalescent journey of emotionary fear.
Liturgy of sadness, etched upon my face,
In rememberance of love, no longer to embrace.
Teardrops are just memories, pieces of the heart,
Amatory keepsakes, of when two lovers part,
Rhapsodies of sadness in lacrima refrain,
Yesterday just memory, will love be born again ?
Tomorrow sits there waiting, impatient to become,
Enriched by nascent feelings, to which we will succumb,
A tale of reminiscence, so dark and yet so clear,
Remembering with fondness, that solitary tear.
Butterflies Can't Dance
No more to dance, the butterfly
no more to soar in morning sky
Painted wings now black and dying
memories, lost, in graveyards flying.
The morning breeze, so still, so bare
where beauty once caressed the air.
Gossamer dreams of faded flight
skies in dark eternal night.
Flowers weep as petals sigh
tiny bodies born to die.
No more to soar in morning sky
no more to dance, the butterfly.
