riding the wind
of
beauty
sings the light
songs dare
moonlight held
within
the sun’s shadow
black light memories
stars deep
behind such shaded walls
the calls
an old poet
dreaming
mirror behind a window
words carved into glass
need
to swim within
a sea of water
lily pads
paint the shore
under a fairy’s call
all the beautiful women
all women
chance
to see themselves
within a poet’s eyes
dancing
such beauty
ripples never ending
echoing from
a woman’s sigh
just a sand painting
just a moment’s beauty
seen
"black light memories" What fun they were!! Your words are calming and show so much gratitude. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder". Your writing is classic, w. Jude aher!
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Love ya!
Jane
To me, just hugging a woman is the most healing thing, sand in the eyes or not.
Ron