Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Dark Beauty

There you are flower that you must blossom
Blossom that you must pick
Glaring at its reflection
Gusts rushing to your knees
Your hands flare them away
Blossoming gem wilting resignation
What all would surrender to live your beauty
What gifts to possess your red dress
and flaunt your purple essence and free you aloft into earthly quarrels
and to have the pleasure of watching them disappear
or to fall
to cherish with joy the exquisite dark beauty that you are
and to assist time not in your diminishing
splendorous, wait no more for another to dig us your treasures
blind us with your exorbitant dark beauty

RC