What the Eye Sees the Heart Cannot Forget
Pale and barren, a reflection mourns for
its memoir-
Soft as snow, a white dove lingers
upon tender finger tips
remembering the moment
it last flew to the heavens.
Remarkable beauty shines at night under
the twilit moon as sweet Charlotte finds
freedom in her dreams.
Sleepwalking she gathers hope
and her temperament
reveals a sense of longing.
For she has always thirsted for
the light
in the night,
yet craved
a spark
in the dark.
Secret dangers are explored and in the
midst of her synergy she finds the ebony
and ivory compelling.
Her soul filled with lost aspirations and her
heart embraces yesterday’s meditation.
Contingent upon her reactions to the
darkness, she fails to see the beauty
in a tender moment of clarity.
She needs resolution-
An endearing memory of love…
not loss.
Walking in a drape,
lace around her nape-
Shadows creep behind,
heartbreak she does find.
Letting go seemed so easy to
everyone else.
A fever rushes in her mind as she
crashes into an oblivion only insanity
could make sane.
Contemplation of creation
gives her a yearning sensation-
She itches and scratches,
seeing lightning flashes.
Pale and barren.
sweet Charlotte is revealed-
A tender white dove comforts...
and her memoirs healed.
March 16, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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