beautiful forgetfulness

_Written in November 2013_

She stood there quiet,
Beyond the mist
As the wind brushed
The treacle tresses
Off her sunlit snowy face;
Her breathtaking eyes
As dark as midnight
Yet more cheerful than
The early summer sunshine
As it adorns the deep ocean waters
With flecks of golden warmth.
Oblivion blew away the smouldering ashes
And brought the dew drops
To her bare feet to mourn
Then wipe away their tears
Before the pure joy of beautiful forgetfulness.

T. E. Pyrus


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s