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…
Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2014
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