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Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
And so it is, just as I knew it would be,



Knowing our paths had never crossed.



Yet in one solitary glance I recognised you,



And the world collided and the stars aligned.



For in my world before you existed,



The wind had spoken your name,



And I recognised the sound once heard.



Flowers emanated your scent,



Until my head was dizzy with your fragrance.



Mother of pearl shone like your skin.



Smooth, shining, lustrous to touch.



Quartz crystal had shown me your eyes,



With all their facets of light, glinting.



And I had traced your freckles within the stars,



And seen a thousand candles light up a room



Just the way you do when you enter.



And my soul recognised you and all that you are.



And so I knew it was you.
Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
Each day she went to her garden, to look at him pass by



Her eyes unblinking, she watched him, circle in the sky.



Fleecy clouds veiled the sunlight, so she would not go blind



The girl was filled with love for him body, soul, and mind.



Yet he never even noticed her, for his mind was overwrought,



For he was in love with another, and it was her that his eyes sought.



As time passed, her passion for him, never diminished in size,



She longed for him to acknowledge her, and look into her eyes.



So one time she sat for nine days, just watching him from afar,



No food or water did she consume, her love burnt like a star.



On the tenth day the Gods took pity and so upon the hour,



They turned the love struck girl into a beautiful sunflower.



The flower is turned toward the sun from sunrise to sunset,



Still watching her loved one fly, never wanting to forget.
Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
In my Minds eye



I wish to draw a painting of you



On a palette of mixed emotions



As bittersweet memories form brushstrokes,



And the canvas is transformed



Capturing my fascination of you.



I wish to compose a soulful melody for you



A rhapsodic piece of expression and harmony,



On the heartstrings held within.



With my heart as its rhythmic beat.



Capturing my feelings to my core.



I wish to sing a song for you



That would shame any songbirds serenade,



Resonating with darkness and light



Vibrating through the echoes of my blood.



But I can neither draw, write music or sing,



So my artistic expression sits in silence inside me,
Lorraine DeSousa Apr 2015
Like a crushed petal, unbearably tender,
I walk the place where you were born.
Shadows now surrounding the ecstasy,
Of kisses lingering ‘til morn.
The space reflects now an innocent light,
Where we thought a lifetime arose,
Our lives filled with supernatural minutes,
Perfumed nights, naked flesh, we unfroze.
We were drunk under the spell of summer,
And in perpetual moments we captured,
All that was, and is, and ever could be,
From the moon to the stars enraptured.
We spoke of everything in the world,
Our subjects were only ever you and me,
Dizzy, bubbling, life’s blood streaming
A delirious passion, lasting eternity,
And now within this terracotta land,
Under blinding cerulean skies
My heart cries out to the cold cruel sea,
As minute by minute I die.
Lorraine DeSousa Mar 2015
Travelling from town to town,
Her living was song and dance,
In a tattered blue gown in winter,
Only one shoe worn by chance.
A thick overcoat in summer,
Her breath was like hot steam,
She loved to dance with castanets,
Her life an unusual dream.
She carried a basket of flowers
And waved a wand into the air,
Whichever Inn she went to,
People would stand and stare.
Penniless and drunk most of the time,
People gave her their change,
Which she tied to a cord and dragged around,
Her mind they thought deranged.
She would then give her money to the poor
Only taking what she needed,
She would drink, then sleep, wherever she fell,
Others cautions, were unheeded.
“We blossom in the morn” She sang
“We have faded by eventide”
In life and death she saw no change,
She took these in her stride.
She saw clearly what has no falsehood,
And what does not shift with things,
An eccentric insane wanderer,
She had the gift, immortality brings.

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