Beautiful White

Somethings were always left to white

If not by purely designed serenity

A waltz of clarity came through

For innocence never known a home

A lake of luminous passion wanders 

Strolling in skirts to dance

For once it can not hide

In meadowing emotion to life

Raising the arms of mercy

Above a mercury of resolve

She steps within a valley of height

A collection of forgiving waters

Dipping chance of bewilderment

Urging for the hands that touch a soul

Riddles escaping the given scene

A man in crimson color would appear

Allowances of release needing a beat

Beheld in his love she hides

If shadows would sit on his bay

Turning a once shying face

Glimmering looks through his night

When no one could seek her out

He was the only one who understands 

Words slowly returning a river

The smoking rays of light

Calm in nature dangerous in rhythm 

Asking those silent leaves of summer

Resting upon a line

A placid beautiful white

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I went thru several phases of white as I read your intoxicatingly fluid poem. First, I was thinking about how appealing to see people dressed in white, my favorite white dresses over my lifetime, etc. Then I felt the sensations of sashaying in a full white skirt as your poem felt more dynamic, conjuring up the urge to dance. Finally, the last part of your poem made me picture "the veil" as white -- the mist separating us from the angel loved ones who still linger on to fill our days with lightness. Your writing is always exquisite, but this time, even more so! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[B]

Thank you so much Margie

[Chase Dylan]

purely designed serenity, A waltz of clarity, Riddles escaping the given scene, A placid beautiful white, Allowances of release needing a beat...

Up and down the lungs of this one breathes... mercy to mercury to flow to glimmering crimson shadows... My eyes felt dusty with cosmic rays after this one... May need some black dye to balance it out...

[B]

Thank you Silente

[Chase Dylan]

No problem. Thank you for the bewilderment of my senses

[lightsong]

I imagine a Wedding Dress, the Bride and her Groom, the Groom who sees through the tide of his beloved dress, he sees the White in its ultimate meanings, nature hides, sways and rises through these tides, Your poems hold special messages, a wonderful enjoyable read my friend.

[B]

Thank you Light
Super happy reading you :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they do the dance of serenity, together.

White is peace represented here...and maybe both have love they have been hiding all this time...and finally feel safe enough to seek each other out.
j.

[B]

Very much so
thank you Jacob :)