Sweet Chicane Journey
The curvature of her body The sculpting of her mind
A chicane With an Edge
Purposed to find
This river twisted they failed to quest
For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved
Its ocean journey never gave less
With agitated sea of reason
Its conscience slipped deep in the brine
Once a reef of clarity On ocean floor darkest
Now lays with coral skeletons of time
Lost to the moray of her smile Years past
If existed concern or reflect
For beauty with an edge As in ocean deep
Her estuary fixating A sweet chicane of twice effect
The beauty of silence Is a song the moray does sing
Storied is its sight Welled of illusion
A fleeting enchantment A nightmare in dream
With drop step glance And upswept eyes, a melody loosed of her song
The piercing shards of subtle iniquity
A sharper vision Did not any belong
With cast eyes, brought a letting of his soul
Rivulets of its being With she, reminisce Whispered song
In chambered heart Her nautilus keepsakes of long ago
Just as the "Song of the Moray" Which passed through silent gill
The receding lashed wake of their voiceless harmony
On empty beach its effervescence it did instill
Copyright © David Archuletta | Year Posted 2007
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