Their eyes that were once soft blue pools of love,
Esteem and trust
Could land softly and float freely above;
Now they’re
Grey sharp rocks of flint, hoping to slice;
probing for weakness and fear,
Come closer people please draw near;
I need you to come near and whisper in thy ear;
Loving butterfly don’t fear to tread and land;
And drink nector from their soft hands;
Her tongues that spoke only
Gentleness along the shores,
now is a raging turrents, cutting the banks
of every harbor,
Her presence left you feeling stable and anew;
Now feed nothing but the growing flood of despair;
Once a playful dance, now steps to crush,
Their pink heart now gray with dust.
beautiful poem you've written here Kimberley, keep them coming
its so sad..that beauty..is wrinkled by time..plus the dust :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, don't stop now, keep them poems a-rollin Kim! Always, Linda