petal frills and perfumed lace
roses vie for twirling space
each crimson face,
each quiet grace
does turn upon the silent stage
like a tide, an empty page
and sings in wordless ways

                               *"Beauty awaits, beauty awaits"

The heart sees in colours
That the mind can't comprehend

I am the girl
taught by autumn
entranced by leaves

as I wonder
how these dying
are so beautiful

I am the girl
taught by strangers
intrigued by eyes

as I wonder
how these beautiful
can be dying

underneath

should be asleep
but i'll make these words
my pillow

she swept in the sea with a glance
stirred up the sand with a dance
and shells were her nails
bright hair, unfurled sails
to carry herself on the wind