Beloved

Her eyes pierce my very soul.
Somewhere she seems to read my heart,
her garments of emerald green and iridescent gold
Reflect the beauty of God's own creation,
The beloved.

Dreams

Ophelia in the setting sun,
She floats on iridescent glass,
Contemplating eternity.
The heart of one so pure, used so ill.
One might think she is just sleeping,
Dreaming of a father so beloved,
Dreaming of her prince come to rescue her.
But no,
As her life ebbs away,
The icy waters take her now.
Lips once rosy tinted hue
Are now grey
Frost bitten
Blue.

Simplicity

The simplicity of joy,
Caught in childish fun.
Adrenaline rush of harmonious play.
Laughter punctuates the spring air.
The essence of humanity in one act of care free abandon.