Wakened by abstracts of a painting
Sitting confronting red eyes speaking
Through trembling mouth she screams
Red eyes glaring towards her gleamed
Journeys through the darkness of night
Searching for keys to doors locked tight
Fractions of the night cause her to run
Upon her innocence fear was spun
Morning wakens sleeping rosebush red
Yellow sunbeams of peace her soul fed
Wild flower God dips in the misty day
Dawn resurrected this maiden flower today
Shadows of yesterdays reflections missed
Obscured sleep hollows eyes in a crimson kiss
Betraying dreams and blinding our minds
Morning light where peace dwells, she will find
Eyes are windows of the soul.
Rest in his love.
Copyright ©2005 Carole Cookie Arnold
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