For Donna
Often I find;
When it gets grey outside
And the candle seems to be going out –
A simple walk, and you can see
That subtle chink among the clouds
Lets through a ray or two
Heaven permeates through the cotton
And the light unravels you.
I once met a girl
Who spoke to me of pain.
Her sound of crescendo Chopin
Words; reminiscent of September rain
Every time she opened her mouth
Fell right from her soul to mine
Pulling me in
To the heart of her world.
Hers was a world of exceptional wonder
Where time would vacation occasionally
Streets swallowing your voice instantly
Oceans echoing her silence to eternity
A warm breeze of peace indulges itself
In dark chocolate covered chaos
Scent of baptized sin hovers in the air
A world of velvet skinned mystery
Where a slight pinch of tragedy
Is a prerequisite for aesthetic beauty.
A penny for your thoughts, if you can dare
Common sense will abandon upon entry
My mother always told me to beware of
Eyes that cried such intoxicating glare
Eyes that dressed in brown or green
Fashioned their color for each day’s dream
She strolls through the stone walls of her rhapsody
And holds my hand as I try to follow
Not once does she fear getting lost on the way
Not once does she fear finding her way
I watch her lift up her head
And smile for a glimpse of benediction
Her smile so resilient
Her smile so vulnerable
Her smile;
So bleeding the resonance of her melancholy
Her smile:
It becomes my salvation.
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