Monday 16 January 2017

WHO IS IT?

That soul 
That beautiful soul in my sight, 
Ethereal as the starry night 
Like a hopeful ray of light. 

Like the gentle wide eyed doe 
Frisky like the river's flow. 

Like the gentle caressing breeze 
And the whisper of the leaves. 

Mighty as the ocean's waves 
Like the dark mysterious caves. 

Pristine as the winter snow 
Yet warm as the amber glow. 

Like the moonbow's delight 
Like the friendly playful sprite. 

Hot like a raging fire 
Like an all consuming desire. 

Momentous as a birthing star 
Soothing like a crooning guitar. 

In the beats of my heart 
So near, yet so incredibly far. 
This soul - in mellifluous poetry 
It keeps coming back to me. 


MS




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