Silver Mel Belle
When those Silver Elevator Doors Opened,
My eyes held the reflection of your face,
Like two Silver Mirrors
But my mind only saw :
Your Angel hair ,
Spilling down to your neck,
Like an Obsidian picture frame ,
Dancing as you moved with Raven grace.
I saw not who you were:
But I saw your pink Lips,
and Mona Lisa Smile ,
Beneath your dark ,
Downcast eyes.
Searching the ground ,
For solace perhaps.
Time Stopped,
My Heart Stopped,
But you didn’t’ stop ,
You flew with Raven grace,
In your motion ,
you moved me.
Today I see the moon rise,
on your Mona Lisa smile ,
A smile that brightens the Obsidian Night,
Just enough for us to see :
The Midnight sky,
Scorched by the sun’s passing passion ,
Burnt purples and forgetful blue,
Framed by fleecy clouds,
over the Ocean Horizon.
I see the Full Moon rise with your eyes
and that silver glint of laughter in them.
As your eyes rise,
you learn to trust your feet
and walk by faith ,
And my faith is : -
In showing the world your hidden smile,
I shall be remembered.
and fondly too I hope ,
Just as you remember :
That green winged Macaw .
Never forget that green
is the colour of hope.
Never Forget -
Hope is that feathered thing with wings,
That perches in the soul
And Sings the tune without words
and never stops at all. - E. D.
I will never forget,
Silver doors
and mellow silver bells,
The sweet scent of Oriental Honey tea,
Angel woven Raven hair,
and pink lips pursed
in a half hidden enigma
of why it hurts to smile .
( Written and performed for someone special on her birthday . First time i did such, First time my poetry was so well appreciated by the woman whom i wrote it for.
One verse is adapdted from Emily Dickinsons poem on hope . Felt it could flesh out hope much better than i ever could in a few short lines , and make the Green Macaw reference come alive at the same time . )
