"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 adorned
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
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