Stirring flow of fabric,
Cascading in great tendrils of light
And liquid gold.
From the sun
She shines just as brightly
An aura of opulence,
A seeping magnificence.
Her eyes fluttered shut
Soaking in radiant rays
Which is why she dazzles as she does.
Watch as she breathes subtle breaths
Rolling hills, surging waves
Gentle puffs like soft kisses
And memories of kisses on frozen cheeks
And frozen hands, those delicate
Now wound tightly in slick silk.|
Facing the sun, away from the shadows
Of this world
Or of the next.
Unabashed, unafraid to turn her back
On the things that have caused her pain.
Now facing forward toward You
Her sense of sight made anew
Walking past the slam of a door
To the sights now in view.
A poem by Kaylyn Sweitzer