Her Heart was the ForestA Poem by YouoweYoupayI met her where the sunlight kissed the earthFiltered the branches of the pine trees. She came into sight, From the sheets of the fog, The dew on the grass Kissed her bare feet Tiny rain drops clung to the curls of her hair And on the needle leaves And my breath also hung, With the rain on the trees, A realm of diamonds flattering the fairy princess in the sugar-white frock. The blackbird's song bled Into my ears Crestfallen loveliness in its sound. She moved with the breeze of the young spring, And invited me to sit on the rock that slept, Beneath the blanket of moss and yellow flowers.
I had often rehearsed the stories
I had wanted to share, My plan was to inspire and impress her, To ask her a hundred questions, And plead with her to lend me strength and magic and contentment, But the words had dissolved, A sigh lost in the mist of her olive green eyes Irises that held the wisdom of a thousand years. The blackbird trilled, The clouds stretched and cleared, And she stroked my face, below my eye, With the soft back of her hand, Her sweet smile was my haven Her gratitude was my doctrine And her heart was the forest.
© 2019 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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