Apr 2015
Strands of dead cells spun in gold.
Dyed Pink and shorn close.
Punk Rock, Rebellious.
Makes my heart race.
A sweet smile,
A button nose,
Framed by strong cheek bones.
A beauty to behold.
High in her tower.
Made of strong wood,
Softened and warn.
An Owl hoots next door.
Wisdom held in its gaze.
Reflected into bright blue eyes.
Oh!
Such beauty,
Such wisdom.
Locked away so far North.
To fly on wings of Love,
To the Siren high above.
Blistering heat at my back,
The earth quakes with restlessness,
For the South Longs for your presence as much as I.
Dyed Pink and shorn close.
Punk Rock, Rebellious.
Makes my heart race.
A sweet smile,
A button nose,
Framed by strong cheek bones.
A beauty to behold.
High in her tower.
Made of strong wood,
Softened and warn.
An Owl hoots next door.
Wisdom held in its gaze.
Reflected into bright blue eyes.
Oh!
Such beauty,
Such wisdom.
Locked away so far North.
To fly on wings of Love,
To the Siren high above.
Blistering heat at my back,
The earth quakes with restlessness,
For the South Longs for your presence as much as I.
Dedicated to my pack mate, and best friend Mariah. You are everything to me, and i haven't stopped missing you since you moved away. I love you with everything i got. Just thought i'd remind you of that, and how inspiring your are to me and to many others.
