Her...

Raven hair alights the wind,

Above turquoise moons and twilight skin.

She in my night's sky,

Her warmth like snow;

Which on the breeze of winter's wind doth blow.

But I brave this course

For that pale, ethereal shine;

Two orbs in the darkness,

Connected only with mine.

What else can be said,

For what else can I write?

A fleeting glance is all she sees,

her tundra stands alone in the night.

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

well, now.. I am truly perplexed as to why you don't have a LOT more reviews with this piece... I enjoyed it... It had a breezy dream-like flow that made you get lost in "her" enchanting essence, and then swept into the questions plaguing the mind.. The night sky is such an alluring temptress... I love your use of language and imagery here.. nice job...