Sunday, April 17, 2011

Mellow Silver bells.

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 . )


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