As She Rises Above The Scarred Landscape I Capture The Shimmer Of Her Eyes

I.
In her eyes emanates the kind of light
that slowly builds into a morning
swollen with dewy flowers
and the invigorating scent of springtime.

II.
An elegant strength,
a bold heart,
a thoughtful center,
a stormbringer who likes to capture lightning
just to watch the shadows dance;

a devotee of the divinity of the natural world,
she sifts through moments of time,
halting the clock whenever the poignancy of heartbreak gallops near,
oh, the twist of dead leaves in her hands
does not make her any less beautiful,
but only serves to highlight that the way
she puts on display the depth of her soul
is something so gorgeous that it glimmers
even in the pitch black of night.

07/01/2015

Posted on 07/02/2015
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