|The Beautiful One
By reflection on 10/30/2006
THE BEAUTIFUL ONE
In my imagination I can see you.
Smiling by the bay.
Melting into the scenery at the end of a long, long day.
A beautiful vision of perfection.
Not needing any protection from the sun as it sets just bellow the horizon.
I can see the glimmering light shining through your hair.
You look perfect sitting there.
Living life without a care.
As if Mother Nature were your mother.
And all that surrounds you are like your sisters and brothers.
Smothering you with love.
I examine you like a painting while you sit in the scene.
Grass beautifully green, air unbelievably clean as you lean down to pick up a ladybug, saving her from a slow moving slug
as I tug at the bottom of my sweater to adjust it from the light breeze that blows underneath it.
My observation is a secret.
The sunlight hits the small ripples in the water and I see your eyes as they capture every reflection.
Glimmering like a spark, they could easily light up the dark.
I hear a dog bark in the distance, my resistance to give it attention enables me to continue looking into your eyes because there is where I get lost.
Their beauty is priceless without cost.
They are the bluest of blue so true to what innocence should be.
Could you ever belong to me?
Or rather should I say, "Could you ever be with me some day?"
I ponder as I play with the change that sits at the bottom of my pocket.
The sunset is fiery red like the exhaust of a rocket.
This is truly pure bliss when it comes to a vision like this.
Birds flying over above, a crow, a seagull, a dove high up in the sky as time passes by with the setting sun.
I watch you sitting there, light shining through your hair, living life without a care and I swear I don't mean to stare but...
You are the most beautiful one.
© By reflection On 10/30/2006 1:45:26 PM