Elvina, the Elusive Slyph
this poem is dedicated to Elvina Kuchukova
thy power over wood and water
lead me to springs untainted
thy music is a bath for the mind
thy art is a balm for the eyes
oh Elvina you elusive slyph,
where shall we meet next?
Elvina i long to see your face again
with thy hair black as midnight flowing like a river
thy face angles like an elf
with patience to match
thy gentel words show thou troubles
and scars yet to my eyes
they beauty is everlasting
Elvina i thank you
thy skin is scarred with lines of flame
the burning knife that scarred your skin
is no deterent to me for i know
the troubles other cause
you strength has saved
me from the burning knife
for this
Elvina i thank you
you have saved me
from myself
for this
Elvina i thank you
may we meet again
Copyright © Rena Kiya | Year Posted 2012
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