Matters of the heartA Poem by LaurenOn a cherry-scented wind the sparrows glide past - I wish I was atop the mighty wings of Pilatus, staring past the blue-green mirror world of ethereal Lucerne. Between my toes I feel the grit of a sandy paradise - my friend, she's a lilac summer painted a pale pink in the lavender grin of a towering oak. My confidante is a heroine on Venus, a delicate Aphrodite I will never be. In an exotic world, I tasted ivory ice on the brink of daylight. I'd call your bluff if only I could. I wish I was the ridgy curves on the key to your heart; this is not a cry for pity, I simply want to cry. In a perfect world, I am Pilatus, I am that thing my source of light can't help but see. © 2008 LaurenAuthor's Note
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