Peeling off the mud on her jeans, she outstretches her lingering wings A fabled soul riding on a dark unicorn Making a final flight to the Utopian Paradise A love letter to the winter, maybe? She pauses to listen the rhythm of her heart Long lost in the drone of the madcap traffic Cut and cauterized, gasping hard for air Casting her wings, she creeps into the chill air. Grey clouds of yesterday, blanketing her blue sky Weak, sallow sunrays piercing to kiss her face Another dead leaf falls from the tree Clutching her soul she vacates the crimson carpet of the leaves. Autumn gradually wanes, she sees winter magnifying The touch of a new season, pretty flowers and blossoms A transient beauty relaxing the change of season A pristine book ready to unfold new stories. Unabashed, she ascends to throne the zenith in a land forlorn A mystical artistry anchoring her heart, again Dwell into her eyes, for he
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.