Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Misty view

Breathing the mists and perfume
a maiden, caught in a silk
in misty window moves.

Glowing with mystical light
archway on her forehead,
the bracelet, elastic silk.

Looking for transparent veil
by strong intimacy shocked,
I slowly float away...

The image sways in my mind:
her grounded brown eyes
are blooming on distant shore...

The treasure lies in my heart,
the key is entrusted
only to me.

1 comment:

  1. Wonderful images in your poem, Irene. I really love it. ^i^ angel blessings ^i^