Snow Black

A Poem by Simon Welsh

She wears the ocean in her hair

She wears the ocean in her hair
An azure flow that shines in the sunlight
Was she born from precious dreams
Or formed in the crystal waves of the sea?

I almost drowned within her eyes
Her clear emerald shining into my dark blue
The sun never truly shone till she walked by
upon a blooming path of cherry blossom
I think I am in love
but I’ll never see her again

Snow Black, she weaves the night in thread
The moon beats softly with her heart
If only I knew her name
but I never had a chance... not one

Now she lives in the peaceful town
made of beauty and populated with angels
A place that exists beyond the hills
in sunset tones and gentle melodies
A rainbow path that leads her to the stars
forever drifting through my thoughts

© 2014 Simon Welsh

Author's Note

The second poem of 'White Gold'.

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Alex Caballero

I found this poem very enchanting and mysterious. Which is honestly my favorite aspects of any piece of writing. I am very impressed by the vocabulary and flow. I would have to say it is one of my new favorite poems.