Beauty divine

[playfulpest]

What might come from those who keep to the path no need of footprints in the sand
To watch the birds fly past on wings of gold, and spread the news of old
Hear the song of a butterfly and feel the kiss of her silken wings
To wander across the meadow and inhale the scent of the crop freshly hoed
To meander through a leafy glade and feel at peace away from the heat of the day
Beauty divine could just be mine to touch the face of the one who had such grace
With faltering steps and eyes down cast and wonder how these thing have become the past
The wind that wafts the petals, which carried her sprit high to shoot the breeze
The path beneath her feet a soft carpet its pile beneath which conceals the gates of hell
To dabble in the mossy pool and rest upon the rock and trace the past within the reflection of a mast
The view from this my past will steer the future of my dreams with the tears from loves memories
To blindly walk with eyes tight closed set upon the past as the warm sun sets upon the darkening sands