Resting
Where do her dreams take her,
beauty with hair of gold?
Does she dance among the stars tonight
or dwell in a fantasy of passion?
Will she open her eyes if I call to her
or linger in a celestial plane?
I stroke long hair cascading down her ebony gown,
but she does not flinch.
Even as I lay my hands upon hers,
this beauty’s eyes do not flutter.
Indeed, she rests in peace,
not even breathing it seems.
Please tell me, gilded lady,
Is this an eternal repose?
*Written May 14, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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