Lily of the Fields
She is out in the meadow,
with the sun in her face
There's a warm trace of velvet on white porcelain skin
She will steal away breath
if the eyes lay to rest
on sweet Lily, an ingénue', who lives on the lane
I have watched her all day as she sways in the wind
without knowing what music, she hears from within
She basks in the light, and caress of the breeze
then, she bends to the earth, to drink in the scent
She'll rise once again, with a tear in her eye
and a beautiful grace, soft as clouds in the sky
Tall legs like a dancer, she may seem so composed
Who knows how she got here so far from her home
On her satin stemmed shoes, she will tip-toe, then twirl
arching backwards in time, in the white blossomed fields
Her voice is a whisper that quivers like spring
Spiral curls on her brow are like the swirls on a shell
Her honey is wild with a taste that is gold
There are bees on her dress, as she stands in the grass
She will dance in the sunlight, but is fragile as glass
Swaying 'round in wind with adagio's breath,
Yes, I've watched her before as the late evening came,
when she folded her arms, as a moth folds it's wings
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8/28/16
Contest: "And In Words She Blooms"
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