Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Twas thee my mind recalled this morningtide,
When hummingbird so kissed the flower's crux.
Cozy embrace, for 'tis nature's decide;
With lucid peace and blissfulness efflux.
Elegance gone with hopeful refreshed eyes;
A myth hazy with truth fallest by clock,
As Earth reclaims her right and beauty dies;
A mist of hope captive to torture's lock.
But thou do grasp tenderly strings of soul,
Always floating, waltzing in mind's corsage.
And thou bring clock's icy keeping to lull,
Thy grace twinkling beyond wordly mirage.
Grim's thief of nature's charm I can't explain
But immortal in my heart thee remain.