Be gentle with thy mortal soul

carry bare through triumphs bold

keep words locked inside her boundaries drawn

a mind so warm, and yet so cold


Beauty illumes within delicate steps

porcelain fingers trace wings in flight

who is she without a body

a ghost, a spirit, so flickering light


Cast her grace  a fruit of temptation

glowing warm beyond  heavenly stars

breathing shallow in shadows still

never seen more than ever far


Be gentle with this fragile soul

An angel observed between light and life

Sitting still his water’s edge…

…this day, her love, her night .



©Nick Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 1/6/13


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