Her Singsong Voice

tight the eager eye on the promise of what could be bright with summer day faded now with autumn's touch the quick natural boys run fast in the the shadows powerful to the truths of their age young with wet cowlick face i ran too holding a dogeared book of her gentle phrase felt like the world could have been mine gentle breeze stirring the faded leaves and all thouse bright summer faces who's names have now gone so strong she took to wing flew so high saw the sun unadorned so beautiful this elegant one her quick smile had no cracks her clean eyes were full of loving joys so like the majesty of night softly entrance with such gentle caress so strong took to wing soared above the green world swimming in the summer skies and clouds bathing sweetly in the heavens with stars for jewels with moons for toys so beautiful elegant one tight the young hand on the broken book where her singsong voice was captured so beautifully could see the worlds mystery's with such young clarity she had a way about her that explained to my young head all the fresh young boy things i would need to be with such a strong beauty with such an elegant promise fulfilled so i ran like wind ran like compassion and lightening fast as the summer sun strong as winter whispers for her my sweet her in my heart while her singsong voice captured me in every way (tribute to sylvia plath..my sweet her)