Flowers

The sight of her, the sight of her
A lily alone in a meadow of snow
Her face is fair and so is her hair
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes
Bright as topaz and aquamarine
The sight of her, the sight of her
Dandelion alone in a sea of sand
Her face florid, her hair like dusk
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes
Regal and gold and citrine and amber
The sight of her, the sight of her
Lavender alone in a field of grass
Her face like bronze, her hair a tangle
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes
Black as night, fierce as the lion within

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: