Cloudy Day

You Know It...

My hair, waving like trees in the wind,
My eyes, a deep vibrant emerald,
My teeth white and shiny as pearls

But, you never see,
I seem to vanish into thin air,
As ghost at the cockcrow.

The scent of pines, you find,
And you only see with your fresh April day eyes,
The gray behind a deep vibrant emerald,
And sigh as a settling  furnace.

A mirage, thought to be dimly seen,
A prowling animal, wandering restlessly,
But, with no return.

Only a ray of light,
Into your heart,
Towards the end,
A radiant look over your face,
A sudden burst of sunshine on a cloudy day ….

Reviews

[Kiddx]

Only a ray of light,
Into your heart,
Towards the end,
A radiant look over your face,
A sudden burst of sunshine on a cloudy day

Ah! These are such sweet words here, and a very beautiful write as well. Like the whole write.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

I really enjoyed this! Your imagery was powerful, though I have no idea what a 'cockcrow' is. I loved the way you refer to yourself and I can relate to the message of this poem. I'm going through this, right now...but I'd never admit it to him.