Navigate Her Dreams
© Surazeus
2019 02 02
Purple wine sparkles in slim crystal glass
as moonlight gleams through raindrops of soft faith
that slide down fragile cheek of the sad night
when she thinks about his face in the window.
Sipping wine like the silver stream of hope
that trickles over white stones in her heart,
she curls up warm inside the white down quilt,
and ties hair up to expose swan-slim neck.
Black hair glimmers blue in orange candle light
as she gazes with swan-black eyes at shadows
dancing on books in the shelf by white wall,
then touches her cheek with three slender fingers.
Raindrops freeze into snowflakes that swirl white
in gold halo of the streetlight where ghosts
gather to whisper her name in the wind
as she touches the window with warm palm.
Frost shimmers white as the moon in black clouds
that seems to sail across the endless sea,
infiltrating tendrils of her pale soul
as she shivers naked in the fragile dark.
Every evening after work for eight years
since she dropped out of college to write poems
she comes home from mopping floors at the bank
and writes thin curving letters in notebooks.
Each snow flake that flutters through starless night
she draws with words in tight concentric thoughts
to calculate opaque memories of love
that sparkle as frost on glass of her heart.
Capturing conceptual tweets of small birds
who weave threads of truth between silent wings,
her tender sentences record emotions
that shimmer mute in pool after gold rain.
She gazes in mirror of glittering pool
on white cement beside tufts of green grass
and sees her face dissolve into frail stars
who flash code of her invisible name.
Though no one reads her poems that blossom frail
from cracked heart of forgotten incidents
she writes their letters on pages that bleed
anguish of hope through curve of each mute truth.
Awake in slant of light that beams through window,
she gazes at dawn-infused streets of white snow,
to ignore intense passion of cold stone
encasing her heart to protect frail faith.
Thirteen pages filled with fragmented thoughts
present puzzles crossing words with proverbs
to clue arcane wisdom hidden in riddles
which she records to navigate her dreams.
© Surazeus
2019 02 02
Purple wine sparkles in slim crystal glass
as moonlight gleams through raindrops of soft faith
that slide down fragile cheek of the sad night
when she thinks about his face in the window.
Sipping wine like the silver stream of hope
that trickles over white stones in her heart,
she curls up warm inside the white down quilt,
and ties hair up to expose swan-slim neck.
Black hair glimmers blue in orange candle light
as she gazes with swan-black eyes at shadows
dancing on books in the shelf by white wall,
then touches her cheek with three slender fingers.
Raindrops freeze into snowflakes that swirl white
in gold halo of the streetlight where ghosts
gather to whisper her name in the wind
as she touches the window with warm palm.
Frost shimmers white as the moon in black clouds
that seems to sail across the endless sea,
infiltrating tendrils of her pale soul
as she shivers naked in the fragile dark.
Every evening after work for eight years
since she dropped out of college to write poems
she comes home from mopping floors at the bank
and writes thin curving letters in notebooks.
Each snow flake that flutters through starless night
she draws with words in tight concentric thoughts
to calculate opaque memories of love
that sparkle as frost on glass of her heart.
Capturing conceptual tweets of small birds
who weave threads of truth between silent wings,
her tender sentences record emotions
that shimmer mute in pool after gold rain.
She gazes in mirror of glittering pool
on white cement beside tufts of green grass
and sees her face dissolve into frail stars
who flash code of her invisible name.
Though no one reads her poems that blossom frail
from cracked heart of forgotten incidents
she writes their letters on pages that bleed
anguish of hope through curve of each mute truth.
Awake in slant of light that beams through window,
she gazes at dawn-infused streets of white snow,
to ignore intense passion of cold stone
encasing her heart to protect frail faith.
Thirteen pages filled with fragmented thoughts
present puzzles crossing words with proverbs
to clue arcane wisdom hidden in riddles
which she records to navigate her dreams.
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