Unlike a Star

Relic filled soul

Some years of gold 

Guiltless loving hands

Found paving a glow

Turning another petal

Leaning into a dance

Often touching glass

Lost without a halo

Crystal blues to brown

Softly sings to land

A handle of time

Lively tune

Born out of the hundredth star

Seamlinglessly seen too proud

A forgotten whistle 

A resonating truth

Innocently born of life

Clouded up in skies

Sworn to an old stone

Joyous in form

Tender be lady like kind

Caring through night

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i knew someone this poem reflects...an ex, a dancer...a good soul, born innocent but with a rough life that clouded her existence...
but there was such joy in her expression when she danced...she lit up on stage...
she was the resonating truth of a survivor.
this write hit me....

j.

[B]

Waw you are the only person who gets me !!