Blue Eyed Writer Poem by Steven S. Walsky

is it such
she asked the wind,
are you the master of disguise;
for once the flower bends anew,
to whom should one call
for hunting embrace

the wind did respond in gentle kiss,
what brings thee here
to swoon amongst the stars,
to lift your face to the moon's embrace;
and though your halo
has ebbed,
your crown still sparkles
like tears upon my heart

(Copyright Steven S. Walsky 2010, all rights reserved.)