Scarlett Jade
Forbidden, a remake of a 17th century love story
Forbidden, a contagion unstable or a light merry fable
Forbidden like cookies when we were developing, delicate little giants
Forbidden...ask the girl with the emerald eyes, with the forest eyes
tie a rope to the waist just in case
for if you look too close, you would lose your way
How, why, when, what, where; all unanswered questions, oh well
The thrill is in the pondering, the moment, the wonder
the reason why my baited eyes glance her way in a sense of confusion
A silent silhouette I sit studying her stature, her being
every time I feel I have a mastery of knowing
who the girl with the red hair
matched by the fiery passion within her beating heart
she sheds her skin another inch
and I finally realize...I know nothing, defeated in strategy, in knowledge
The saying goes 'ignorance is bliss' but is it just
What if the bliss of ignorance is the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie
the very steam creating an imaginative, beckoning, wagging finger calling
only to know after a bite a little too late, the pie had been tainted
Wouldn't it be better to know beforehand...
All I know, there is something more than her flamboyant smile
magnetically pulling me in her direction
I feel like I'm trapped in a flashback to when I was nine
struggling to uncover feelings for the first
A collision course has been set towards the setting sun
the setting sun of oblivion
my world turned upside down like an hourglass
a horizon of a new dream
What to call her
Acadia, no, Acadia is gone
Angela? No, no
Scarlett...Scarlett Jade...
Scarlett Jade
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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