Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Dressed as breeze She comes,
melancholy, soft, distant,
whispering
of Her home far away.

Garbed in river She softly sings
a familiar unknown tune.

In sunlit robes She dazzles,
forcing closed open eyes
to increase their vision.

Swaying, in gowns of sycamore,
Her slender limbs stand
gracefully revealed, reaching
always heavenward.

Mossy slippers bespeak Her humility
and Her veil...oh!...Her veil.
It rends the heart.

Why, One so finely dressed,
so high of estate
always calling for attention,
why
must She choose to wear so thick a veil?

lenny

the better to glide
the sweeter the entrance
the softer the moment of contact


beautiful work, lenny

I am happy you decided to stay awhile longer lenny
I would have hated to miss writting like that
gracias

Thank you both very much.

lenny