Ageless In My Eyes

09 Nov


A mere touch of ivory,
in fragile, silken strands,
woven there, intermittently,
amid her lush ebony hair;
not bland, of faded grey,
nor pale, diminished white,
but of sun drenched strands
amid rows of moonless night.

She wears her many years
with regal countenance,
ne’er wavered in form,
nor spoken youth neglected;
tho’, for the bygone years
which have stained her lips
and now weigh parched upon
her stillness, she oft quivers.

She stands, resolutely,
in the light of each day,
undaunted by the hazards
of her intangible heart,
and wanton, she sings to me
in throes of needless refrain,
that she is e’er in my eyes
a winsome and tireless beauty.

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Posted by on November 9, 2015 in My Poetry



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