Puffed Clouds
Your lustrous beauty passed me by,
Like an ancient mariner's ghost ship,
Shrouded in mystic mantle,
You sailed by
Sails billowing proud.
An exotic bird of paradise
Noble and sublime,
Gracefully in concert
With the wispy puffed clouds,
A free spirit blown by the wind,
High above out of reach.
Your epicene beauty distant,
Blown away to the beckoning horizon,
Leaving only a bouquet
Of unrequited love,
A legacy locked within the deep recess
Of my melancholy heart.
Copyright © Richard Kinsella | Year Posted 2021
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