TO PRIDE, DID HE YIELD

In the winds , her fragrance
As she treads, her gentle feet
The flowers, she tramples with grace
The branches still in a trance
Thoughts of her anxious lover with every beat
Youth and love play together viciously
The light through her tresses plays hide and seek
From the woes of the world , her face unfazed
No wonder , the sky does this treasure shield
The visions of her bold ..yet meek
The sun slowly set as HE gazed
His creation, His work, and for a moment to pride,did He yield.

TRYST WITH DESTINY

Slowly the old legs climbed to the attic
Treasures and mold ,the old toy and the single mitten
Amidst all the clutter, the old clock's tick
Trinkets and cobwebs, as her broom did threaten

In lost thought she swept past
Mindless worries and bills to pay
Till her eyes met her past
Her past that peeped from the trunk on the way

To a time long ago, when her eyes were kind
When her laughter knew not that must age
Time,then....had time to be kind
Her mind travelled to her youth that didn't age

Frenzied hands worked on the trunk, vying to open it
And within, The pretty red dress that stole all eyes
Vignettes from her past, her youth, her wit...
Then on a sheaf of letters that lit her eyes

With a gush of feeling, the letters she clasped
To her bosom she held them dear,
Her first love he was,and in his memories she gasped
Those time when she loved and lost without fear.

His childish scrawls declaring love undying,behoten
Now remained in yellowing tatters; This love had aged
Those oaths forgotten still remain unforgotten
A tear ,at the corner of the eye, a war waged

A call was heard from the floors below
It was The man who to her swore " I do"
Some trifle of a thing he couldn't find below
For without her , he knew not whatever to do

A smile curled up at her lips, love had her conned
The love that was,might have been
But the love that is, to her beckoned
Beckoned to her with love from which she could never wean

The sheaf of letters lay on the floor, from her separated
A thud of footsteps resounded as she ran to destiny
Destiny waited downstairs, without her,exasperated
In an embrace , she hugged him...happy with destiny.

Pansy love

Proclamations of love declared
In witness of the earthly skies
Now in flames of deceit flared
In that flame , the flicker dies

To the man who swore I do
Pretend she did of love untold
Soon came another man with all ado
A pack of new lies, she added to her old

Truly wicked , she never was
The wind she was, she just changed
But to hell , she sure had a pass
For guilt nor morals ever exchanged

The stars beyond the yonder
The clouds she could never hold
In the unattained lived her  wonder
So much more vice of her could be told

The wild lily once usurped with so much glee
in her clasp, never does hold her fancy
With her relentless whims... she does flee
Yes... her love was just a little pansy..

The chase..The hunt..She cherished
The prey does become her victim
A victim...forgotten and perished..
A victim to her love...her whim