Let it be

one magenta morning
let it be
the first mayflower
to be kissed
by idle lips
and caressed
by soiled hands
of children and women shy.

one purple evening
let it be
a shadow of
scattered time
and molded remembrance.
gypsy trails
on moonlit roads
let it be
the shining stone pebbles
etching the contour of night.

then one night
between the gray dusk
and sea-green dawn
of mists and dews
and suncrest
let it be
the silent wind
carrying pollens of
marigold mornings
to nameless clouds nest

Reviews

[SilestaRavenhart]

This was so beautiful that I had to read it three times - my heart simply wanted to listen to the beauty the first two times and I had to get used to it before I could pay deeper attention. Excellent, excellent work.

[Orlando Murcia]

Very nicely done
I love your flow
and poetic pattern you
have on here

Great work!
continue writing
you are very talented

Orlando Murcia