With The Sweep Of His Hand

Oct 26, 2008
By: sjc

Accepting The Simple Beauty Of Innocent As A Spark
Of Pure Colorless Unspoiled Poetry Of Grace
In A Imperfect World Without Emotional Sincerity Caring A Heavy Object
In Her One Dimensional World
Only To Flourish At A Particular Time, In A Particular Manner
Like The Simplicity Of A Flower Scented And Picked From Its Stem Of Life
Becomes A Perfect Example Of Something That Was Once Beautiful
Written Like A Piece Of Music Filled With Complex Harmonies
And With The Sweep Of His Hand Comes
Arising Emotions Of Unspoken Tries That Still Pour From Her Heart
Unable To Sail Through The Gardens With Its Unbroken Streams
Not Visible To Others She Is Still Left To Wonder What Will Be
Please, Open The Window And Let In The Light,
Let In The Air Of Poetic Beauty That’s To Become Her Life