"She"

"She"... has never been written about in this way

 before this moment...a chapter from "Other Rooms" 

A romantic poem by Harlon Rivers

She was the girl who held the subtle charms 

of her Scottish Highland heritage

Her heirloom smile turned every head 

with her evocative magnetic demure

She graced amazing moments 

stealing hearts and minds 

with a single enchanted glance

She gracefully sashayed barefooted across 

the red clover carpet of her English Garden , 

with the sweet angelic aura 

of a free spirited mystical goddess….

Gliding with the elegant grace of a Swallowtail Butterfly 

Skipping elegantly from flower to flower 

gathering the sweet nectar of life.

  

She wore her favorite white handmade cotton dress 

she had artistically ador ned

with ornate delicately crocheted crimson roses

Decorated endearingly with cross stitch and needle work

 embroidery highlights  

Her flowing waist length strawberry blonde locks 

hid the small jeweled red leather belt

highlighting her tiny waist and breathtaking natural  femininity 

Her antique ruby glass beaded necklace 

glistened in the star lit evening’s glow

Reflecting the moon beam’s pearlescent illumination

Dazzling the natural charms of her emerald green eyes

showcasing the alluring beauty of an angel on earth

Her classically beautiful,  

natural peaches and cream complexion

was enhanced by the youthful charm 

of a few random sun freckled imperfections

The only possible, irrelevant yet self conscious, 

blemish to the perfect fragrant rose

Her checks flushed when our eyes met for the first time

blushing as she covered her reserved shyness 

with her tiny delicate hand

Feeling the arousal of our emotional connected energy

ignite the electric midnight air

Her modesty embellished her dimpled smile, 

hypnotizing his thirsty, starving soul

An effervescent halo glowed

as it hovered over the fragrant flowers in her hair

She was the most beautiful flower 

in her English Garden of Eden

And yet she saw herself as a plain and humble free spirit

Empowered by the gifts of compassionate, 

empathetic understanding

The spirituality of love was interwoven

 and passionately interlaced within the very intricate  threads

of this delicate woman’s tapestry epitomizes heart and soul

She only wanted to dance on moon beams;  

to dream of catching falling stars

All the while, whispering breezes blew 

the traces of stardust with a whoosh

Casting an irreversible spell 

of eternal unconditional love

The kind of love written about tirelessly 

since the beginning of life

Eternal love knows no beginning, there is no end;

only glimpses of its splendor 

have ever been shared by mortal beings.

She was the answer to his prayers

He, the prince of her Cinderella dreams 

She was his unlikely heroine fairy tale princess

For she was born destined to be the angel of mercy,

 enriching his heaven's skies, 

as he remained rooted into the bedrock 

of his ancestors’ terrestrial ashes and dust

In a moment of glee, in a twist of fate, 

two souls became one euphoric dream

Rescuing him from the fields of a cold world, 

during the wrath of a perfect storm;

she nurtured his malnourished and neglected soul,

 drying his tearful eyes as she helped him

heal his broken heart, teaching him to love again

She mended his broken wing 

and taught him to fly with the wind

She blessed him with a progeny 

of his ancient spirit's realm

A  Gaelic descendant of her poignant charm 

with a resilience that would take his breath away

It was unnatural for such a beautiful bird

to be anything but free.

In the aftermath of an epiphany,

he could no longer impede the magnitude 

of her love’s free spirit's shine

"Fly away if you must my sweet angel "

...he whispered, lovingly letting go of her hand

with a final liberating cry ~

Blind faith and hope fostered 

the courage to set love free

In the silence of the waning light

the possibility of their final moments together

 faded into the night

The only sound heard in the abandoned silence

were sighs too deep for words…

Written by Harlon Rivers....8/17/2012

© 2012 Harlon Rivers