Girl At Dawn Window
© Surazeus
2012 01 12
Whose eyes search mist shadows of distant woods
while hidden in shadow of silent room,
rose-blushing cheeks pressed against ice clear glass,
heart blooming wide rose petals of desire
toward sunlight shining from his nameless eyes,
and trembles from aching urge to run free
barefoot in meadow to cool sparkling stream,
to feel hands of love caressing soft hills
where roots of his tree curl down into soil
of longing hope, then she smooths clean white dress
and sighs, slim fingers sliding on her cheek.
Behind walls of protection, young girl longs
to break from egg-shell home that nurtured growth
of eager spirit, yet key to her room
hangs from red ribbon, gold brass at her breast.
© Surazeus
2012 01 12
Whose eyes search mist shadows of distant woods
while hidden in shadow of silent room,
rose-blushing cheeks pressed against ice clear glass,
heart blooming wide rose petals of desire
toward sunlight shining from his nameless eyes,
and trembles from aching urge to run free
barefoot in meadow to cool sparkling stream,
to feel hands of love caressing soft hills
where roots of his tree curl down into soil
of longing hope, then she smooths clean white dress
and sighs, slim fingers sliding on her cheek.
Behind walls of protection, young girl longs
to break from egg-shell home that nurtured growth
of eager spirit, yet key to her room
hangs from red ribbon, gold brass at her breast.
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