Stir
Crushed velvet, indigo silk
fresh like ivy, pale as milk
She is seductive smoke
curling toward vaulted heaven
soft as a sigh not spoke
fair minded and even
Autumnal in her ways
warm as sunny rays
beautiful as she is aloof
a sprite so light and cooth
This is...was
my fairest Melody
a spirit borne of mist and steam
a figure now only stirring in a haunted dream
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2006
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