And we wore white like the angels,
in our minds we remember visions of beauty
images forever embedded on holiday cards
and we closed our eyes at night
saying our simple prayers
for peace and good will
and with the hope come dawn
we too could be as beautiful
and filled with light as they.
Movies inspired through long winding lives,
as fires burned these memories come back to find
the faded smile of dreams of youth,
how we moved to goth and darkness
only to fight our way back out
into wooded hues and colors befitting
a child of nature.
She had the eyes filled with such peace,
and for years I became her,
hair and clothing to try to be in that peace
that emanated from somewhere within,
only to find as the flames died down
that it had always been there
I just couldn’t see
that all I strove for was always a part of me.
In peace I reside,
beside the still waters and evening tide,
when the moon hangs balanced
between sheets of silken white
I hear her small laugh across the universe
reaching my ears
and I am that child once more,
but an angel in waiting
My friend rekindled my thoughts on my favorite lady of my college years, and with the fires in Tennessee bringing thoughts of the movie Always to my mind, little nudges bring inspiration when least expected. I am blessed. I no longer wear continual white/cream clothing…red wine can sometimes take its toll, and food, and dog prints, etc…..beach driven hues worn now but it’s all good.