Her Walk To Eternity
Slowly, slowly,
advancing with tender steps,
emitting clouds of scarlet butterflies
with each tremulous breath,
the golden maiden
through viridian fronds quietly crept
Brazenly her locks tumbled
shrouding her shoulders
in champagne curls.
And the dusky angels
turned their heads in envy
as even the spiders silk seemed coarse
The heavy shadows blurred
the silvered path she trod,
where startled dandelions
puffed their clocks,
though time stood still
and sunrise never came
In the blessed grove
where the soft grasses
solemnly bowed to the moon,
the lilac air filled
with the songs of souls awoken
by an unfamiliar beat
And as they watched
that unknown maid,
her iridescence faded,
turned to pearl translucence
as, with grace, she slid
into their ethereal embrace
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2015
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