Saturday, December 18, 2010

The sublime confluence..

In a dreamy state of mind,
Her face peeped out the window,
A smile appeared on her lips,
A pretty picture she made,

The cool breeze blew her locks astray,
The sun warmed her countenance,
A shadow of a smile her only acknowledgement,
Of the beautiful contrast between the two,

A thought hopped past in the meadows of her mind,
Of the breeze on her face and the sun in her eyes,
Can anyone looking at me, she wondered,
See this beautiful surprise?

At this point it occurred,
A strange connection between the poet and his muse,
The thought became the girl,
The girl became the poem...

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