In Shades of Michelangelo

Her frustration was so absolute Ambiguous yet so resolute, She seemed like an analogy Of what she was and what she’d be, So sated with the modern world Yet other days her dreams unfurled Into such ancient muted grace Where moonlight shone upon her face. Her pages scattered golden song Dripping from birds strung all along Soft whispering wooded alleyways Like milestones to her dream cast days, Frustration easier wrapped in hope Sometimes she felt she couldn’t cope, For dreams were not concerned with speed More likely with her given need. And on a morning long ago She rose and watched the summer glow While dreaming of the future’s lands As she reached out for her sister’s hands In rhymes of time their fingers met Before the final sun had set In a Sistine chapel afterglow Soft shades of Michelangelo…