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Joy Uncouth
Upon a time in the thaw of the common
Lay a woman with a waft of fragrance abiding by her side.
Her tresses all blown astray and a quiver on her lips
A sneeze upon her head and nose that was red
She shimmied as she walked
Her long hair barely able to keep with her mane
She stood as the wind bellowed beneath her
Her heart all wild while she awaited the coming
She was a gentle soul, who made things wonderous
Her smile whipped a stream of joy to all around.
Lost like a deer in the brilliance of a flash
She wondered where life would lead her, but didn?t care
She haunted the credence of what could become
Every moment spent beside her is a caress of the wind
Perched on her lips is a tremulous smile, forever.
In her strength I draw vigour, in her presence, comfort
She has the strength of an ox when provoked
The outward calm belies a tumult within
The cheeriness lays a mind of satire
The wild kindled, yet the fear of being drawn
She stands upon the hearth and yet visits neverland
All around her she sees and deciphers much
Some that encompass life and some that encounter it
Here journey is endless, her destination fruitful
Upon this earth she stands and stares
Somewhere in the distance the setting sun beckons
In the horizon a speck of clear sky in a shepherd?s evening
Orange as the pale of time and yet so obviously clear to her
She stepped on the sands of my heart and it pales to her haze
Oblivious to her, I stand in the shadows, she cheers me on
Happiness is not what she seeks, but a peace ever becoming
Strange she feels so sad, as if the dying day is the bequeathing of her scepter
She watches and as the soles of her feet touch the glow of the moonlight
Her heart flutters, she stands still, somewhere in the distance she sees life
Full of vive and joy, full of incandescent frivolousness
Somehow within her reach, but some how so far, far away
She gives joy to whatever she touches, wherever she maybe
Yet a small flutter tugs at her heart. She wants to be a bird
Sail the skies like they do and yet fell contented for all she is
Pristine, tumultuous, horrendously emotional and taut
Yet the bright shine has never abandoned her serenity
And my heart flutters once more as I saw her face again
