I thought it was my imagination, when
I saw it coming,
I felt the warm, intimate air, coming closer
And closer and closer into my left side of my face,
I gave him the instance and manner of His presence
What a pleasant activity to termination
His face was contentment,
What a surprise kiss!
My mind was gratified, since I liked
My facial expression, show it all, when my
Eyes started an ending blinking,
He motion to my left eye, and wipe the
His fellows observe attentively
As he took chocolate in his pocked, and give it to me,
It felt like, it was my first kiss ever…
As we both gave an innocent smile, it was
we danced in the middle of the road,
with no music, only the heartbeat in our hearts present,
pretend like we the only creatures in the planet.
Oh, I was so sad when it was time for me
if only i can get a second chance to dance with him again,
another chance to kiss, to communicate, to share and to love,
my life would be compete.
another chance to share that feeling none can take away.
he emotionally kissed my hand,
And motioned his hands with a fake and unpleasing
Goodbye, he was sad,
But we both knew that we’ll see one another,
Soon, before the next flight!
When the car was in motion, he gave me a quick smile
and inner pierce of his beautiful eyes
Kiss goodbye, I smiled
Kiss goodbye I thought
Kiss goodbye, he’s gone
Kiss goodbye it is.
I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all over with dots of me, you see.
The next few days, I was left alone to dry in quietude,
then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery.
Art work was attached to me in hues of purple,
my whole essence was lovely and I rested peacefully.
I liked to watch the girl dance around in her pretty dresses,
looking at herself in the ornate, oval mirror, so pretty.
Often she would sit at her desk writing in her diary,
with tears in her eyes, head bowed, I was full of sympathy.
One day, she wore an elegant dress of white lace,
she danced and pranced around the room smiling happily.
I was so happy for her, but not exactly sure why I was,
but I should have been sad because she was leaving me.
Years my door remained closed, the furniture covered,
then one day, an old lady walked in holding the hand of girl.
She stroked the raven hair of the girl she called granddaughter,
and told her, "this is the room where I used to dance and swirl."
Written September 4, 2012
For the contest, If These Walls Could Talk,
Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
Ballerina, grace and poise personified
floating on air oblivious to the crowd.
Breathless in awe of the beauty,
Not wanting to miss a step.
Little one dance for joy of the life
you are given.
Oh to dance like floating clouds across the sky...
Dance and keep the cycle of life joyous.