Beauty there are moments that make her stop speechless and opened reminded of something long hidden something supple and green beyond a hill or horizon beyond reward or retribution something lost in frenzied avarice or desperation something so lithe and yielding so whirling, trembling, born of bliss lines and light of unfathomable joy colors which enfold and resurrect her deadened soul and make her weep © 1990 J.L.Stanley |
