Wind blown hair

May 21, 2015 at 10:34pm          

Her hair was the color of coal

But at times it seemed to be

The darkest brown of ebony

Her beauty was from outer space

As if outer space was seen from Mars

She was always in love with the stars

And she was from another time

As one always dreaming

She was never to be finished

She was never to be brought to pass

While she was awake

She was always looking inwardly

As her eyes were always closed

Swamped in feelings to never deny

She could never act

She could never lie

She would drift with every sensation

There was never any middle ground to be found

Because she lived there in her mind

She would go with the joy of silence

There was nothing so deeply from her beauty

It was as if an absence of complete

Absorption was her characteristic of beauty

She would take his breath away

She had wonky wind hair

And she was from another time

When shadows once had echos

She would always fallow

How could she belong to another time

When Echos once belonged to Shadows?

Farwell to sweet tomorrows

She was never brought to pass

She had wonky wind hair

And she was from another time

As the wind would blow

The possessive form

Her beauty would linger on

She was from another era

She was from another time

To hide one's feelings

As one hidden of the clouds

Such terms of a beautiful endearment

Such a beauty of imperfection to be unknown

From an image that was never shown

A victim of stars

From a canvas of sentimental shadows

When colors escaped long ago

from another grey world