I see a figure
dexterously crafted;
Not a shade out of place,
Not a tone overused
in the dark hue of her body.
With a face as radiant as the sun
hidden from view
By a dark shower of curls
cascading I very her face.
Two brilliant orbs are
set in the deep,dark valleys of her skull
Like twin moons on a dark starless night.
And in each shade I find
a beauty incomprehensible
and each bright hue
a soft luminescence
coming from within.
What artist
What hand
What tools
dared carve.
What stone
What sight
Did envision such beauty
I know now what you are
an angel - nothing less.
YOU ARE READING
Kaleidescope of EMotions
PoésieThis is a book for all who cannot express their emotions. This an echo of all those pent-up emotions throughout the ages and I hope it helps you push through the storm that is life. P.s it's poetry
