Water beads strewn across the fanned out blue,
Heaven showers down sun sugar glaze.
Spring souls cross-stitch butterfly lawns,
Basking in the glory of a rose.
Dayflower smiles out from pavement cracks,
Breezily familiarity swinging a leaflet.
Plaid promise written in a notebook,
The very delight of a maiden song.
Chapel bells mark only the beginning --
Hope and a future, blushed against coral windows.
Milk and honey knitted in friendship,
Flocks of romantic haze clear only to blossom.
Recessional ivories echo triumphs of purity
Pearly dews glowing in midsummer morn.
Amidst the joy Grace shines forth,
And true love begins to breathe.
-For Steven Kennedy & Elizabeth Goddard, June 16, 2007
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I guess I never posted this. I've been reading my old poems, and this is one of the better non-emo/happy poems I've written. Love its message. :)
Have been writing more personal poems recently, which is highly unusual. I am inspired, yet without words.
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