Sometimes a poem is not what it seems
Unkempt words that dance and sing
To bring out emotions, feelings and dreams
To write prose such as this is a dubious thing

The reader will read what the author has wrote
It isn’t for either to decide right or wrong
To shadow the words with meanings and dote
Or consider the message within them too long

Sometimes a word is a word is a word is a word
Letters combine to express such a thought
And not until the thoughts can be heard
Can the reader or author find what is sought

Her hair falls around her face
As she looks at me with a bow
Bashful and avoiding eyes look up at me
Such crystal blue eyes
Oceans, beautiful and calling
Begging the imagination to set sail
And explore the mysteries that they won't tell
Hiding the infinite beauty deep beneath their surface

But her coy smile reveals to me
Those thoughts her eyes might so bashfully try to hide
And her tangles of curls
Are an entrapment to my heart
Surrounding her face like an Egyptian frame
Professing the unspeakable beauty so rare to find
In this single moment, when two hearts bind

Love and desire clash as dance partners
Rhythmically moving to a beat that sets them in motion

To come together

To pull apart

To come together

A gravity urged by their desire to be beautiful together
To move in a synchronous ebb and flow
To spark a magic in the hearts that beat for each other
Close together

With bodies pressed tightly
A movement in harmony

This love

This balance

And in this single moment the discovery is made
She is the sun that warms a winter day
And the scent of spring blossoms that call to mind
Those youthful days of anxiously waiting for summer's release
She is the mist on morning skin
And the fire that burns within

And in this single moment
She is the Eden in the promises of lore
She is the rain that grants rebirth
She is ocean that covers my Earth
Crystal blue
She calls to me
And my imagination sets sail again