Sunday 19 July 2009

19/7/09

Shes like a lioness with cubs,
fearless and bold.
Hunting her prey,
With the stealth of a Timex watch.

As natural as spa water,
As refreshing as the fiercest forests,
Courageous as orchids, snowbells and,
crocus in spring.

Life comes to test you,
to draw you back in.


The rose early morning dew on petals,
smells so pure.
A sweet incandescent scent to all.
the tides may come and go til dawn.
all is a midsummer garden,
Alive and full.

Shes the knight in shining armour,
conquest is her battalion,
ahead of her game.
jousting her opponent
riding for victory.

Where the high mountain ranges,
meet the clouds from above,
lift off and let go.
above space-
below earth,
you follow the curvature
of the stars, the moon.

Before disappering,
into a supernova-
a shooting star.

1 comment: