To this day I can still remember
a most beautiful one that never was.
Five then seven now ten years gone
in crystal voice a loneliness wrought
vivid pictures that recalled a face.
It lives in the heart as a dream alone.
When the night longs to know the day
and the moon reaches full,
earths song still brings a frozen eve
with light butterflies
and tears that spill from wells.
Breathe in the scent that comes
and see the smile that melts
below the eyes that penetrate.
Hair dances its auburn heart
and a wispy voice sings
tears the dam from eyes
and butterflies turn to bats
in the hands of an angel
that rises from hell
with the touch of silken skin.
Face tingles and knees break.
The coaster screeches to an end
stopping a heart, taken for a ride.
A dull love held once,
stands naked and soaked in rain.
The shade of a beautiful pitch
whispers words of pain
that hold emotions to ripen
and drop like rotten fruit.
Verbs cannot describe a sonnet
to justly portray pure beauty.
Light in the darkness stays hidden,
locked with a key no one can find.
And though eyes are still windows
they only reach to a blackened soul.
Her eyes touch mine like no other
leaving no room to reach for hers.
I have seen beauty lying in mountains,
valleys, and oceans. Worlds in motion.
Natures mother wouldn’t touch a diva
for nothing can compare to her smile
unbridled joy and happiness so pure
but feelings locked so deep and thrown
Neptune can’t find them in his ocean
Streetlamps, candlelight moons, illumination
glowing in nights memories of perfection.
I once saw a Goddess now gone.
Feelings unlocked are free to overtake.
They touch heart and squeeze soul
to death, if left unrequited.
When the ocean whistles in my ears
I can still hear her laugh, and I remember,
being a God once that held hands with a ghost.