Of all gifts, one could ask, I never would have written beauty in my birthday wishlist – a mistake I wouldn’t make again Fall colors as far as eyes could see, curving wet roads, red leaves floating on the chilly air kissing my bare face. such bliss; so much blessed this year witnessing to postcard beauty – something my dreams were made of; Best Birthday memory.
Last weekend, I went on a little day trip to Algonquin Park to witness the fall colors. I had only seen some pictures before this online and I was not prepared for the breathtaking beauty that I found myself surrounded with. So blessed to be spending this year in a place that is so beautiful.
The sallow floor-bed
sighed under my bare feet
as I followed the shadows
hiding the grey skies –
so within my reach,
yet not.
He reaches the clearing
where I stood with eyes closed,
hugging myself. He holds me
yet I feel the distant calls
of love , longing and the world fades.
In the mirror once enchanted,
Trapped lay a beauty protected,
Charmed into a smile
Bound by unknown lies,
She sings of days gone by
And about times to come she cries..
Bottom of the magic pond
Rested the mirror for times long,
The wonder today free for all
Mysteries though remain untold..
In lonely night the lady would stroll
Shedding light on places once lost ..
To her , anything beautiful was art in making. The eyes greedily took notice of each line the creator made or bent, some exotic some just a pleasure to watch. Often, when she stood naked in front of mirror, she wondered how could he love her shapeless body . He wrote about beauty of her tears those nights.
solitude – the thorn