Helena
As cranes rise over
Cranes Roost
my sullen soul
requested a moral boost,
Helena
You
were there -
curly willow hair
the moist hot air,
water all around
refracting waves and sound,
you came to my side
angelic and wise
(with) dark soft sweet eyes
carved dimples
of perfect size,
and
just as quickly
as you had come,
Your vision faded
leaving me alone...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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