PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the eyes are lovelier this

eve

than drops of moonlight

spilled

crimson are the cheeks

of embarrassed death

if there be such a thing

petted is the fish

that brushes the water's

edge

scandalous ye stands

in her bed of admirers

fling after toppling fling

the morning spills her

former night's secrets

into the ears of the sun's light

streaming through the

dawn's fluttering curtains

so wide and welcoming

stimulating further

any other events that day

that may take place

lovers though turn on each

other in staggering leaps

romance for all its

ability to be a catalyst

cannot a life time often

sustain

the beauty it is acclaimed

to own

as it is but a temporal

loveliness  flooded by illusions

of what we think love should be

owning too few insights that

clearly bespeak the stark reality

of just what happily ever after

can be......................................

(Sept. 22, 2009 720am)