A Fantasy
To rise and fly and float along the curved pink mist
Of a rainbow after a storm in Spring;
To sift with the grace of a butterfly descending,
Through soft organdies of green and yellow and blue.
To close fantasy’s eyes and dream
That our love is again one.
To remember your long ago gentle smile,
Lovingly, patiently, gazing at me,
While an unseen angel softly guides my wayward feet landing
Reuniting two found souls neath a sheerly clouded moon.
To close fantasy’s eyes and dream
That our love is again one
With campaigns established
Accolades accomplished
An honourable life, taken to the max
Championed feats, of no small measure
A nation can treasure
Matters addressed with proficiency
The shaping of an era – equality
Realization of rights, project legacy
Impacting a wider community
Raise the bar, unsettled below
Challenging the status quo
Battles fought
With justice sought
Of leadership, seeking to serve
When forces merge
Mark the campaign
The present cannot remain the same
Confinement release
Establishing peace
Break the borders
Let indifference cease
A fight for freedom, oh justice prevail
Of strategic systems – show society
With due propriety
Of political accountability
The epitome of civility
Accrued insight
Of human rights
To lobby, to lead
With fairness proceed
Catalyst creation, positive change
Expansion of range
Of non discrimination
Heroic determination
A valuable service to the vulnerable
Outreach outstanding, by example lead
Contributed equation
To influence a nation
Of historical significance
Sheerly profound
With relevant reverence
A shining light of difference
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
Her presence vale of privy
Amid mere, less gentle eve
A summer lost, arid supple, a longing
Among a velvet morning mistarl breeze
Deprival chills left within perfume, a wakes
Atmospheres sheerly in le nude
This once Paris blushing without her gaiety
Brighter skies chaperone through bluer halo moons
Smiles spot lights upon her rose touched cheeks
And above, neon signs sparkle a twist of limelight into her eyes
This modern day avant-gardeMona Lisa
With sun-baked tresses that ample free out of celebrated life
The avenues of simper, spirited laughter ways
A-maze-ingly swathe the narrow streets in guise
Angel Maria de Medeiros, you have won my heart
But, France 'tis you, who has won the sweetest prize