A Girl On The Fourteenth Poem by Michael Roysdon

The second cycle of twenty-eight followed the horizons;
The fourteenth of these, seemed to add a hint of red to the foundation,
and each person seemed to cling to subtle smile,
little trinkets, collected as the sky collect clouds
and also seemed to be in the embrace of a special him or her.
This tradition seemed quite pointless to me.

A girl soon sought to embrace me;
sorrel eyes tracing down the minute horizons,
capturing the beauty of the milk-white clouds,
and slowly falling upon me as I fell upon her.
The winter winds coaxing her hair to muffle her smile,
and broaden my mind's foundation.

Her aureate hair whipping in the fury of clouds,
gently moving from left to right, and blowing towards me;
the strength of nature present in the curves of her,
hills and valleys, rises and falls, showing different horizons;
soon seeking the set a unique foundation,
and resting finally on her pious smile.

This sensation began to tear through me and urged for a smile.
Her aureate hair whipping in the fury of clouds,
seeking to bestow upon me the minute horizons;
those few subtleties I lacked in my life's foundation.
Soon a myriad of emotions began to swell within me,
and I sought to stand right beside her.

My heart, now ambivalent, under the influence of her;
The winter winds coaxing her hair to muffle her smile,
and broaden my mind's foundation,
installing a new sensation within me.
Breezes soon became a tempest and tore the clouds,
and showing the sun and the gilded horizons.

A few less spaces between became the foundation,
my view now clear of all but her.
Now captured by this girl who sought to embrace me,
my tactician's approach lost in a smile,
my spirit sent racing to the horizons,
and the skies now purged of all clouds.

My hands soon curved around her, she held her smile.
The skies now clear of any cloud, and the gilded horizons,
Now we have set the foundation, the world, just her and me.