I saw her pass by on time echoing backwards
the air crumbling after her with orange and sage
what I most desired, I realized, was not of the moon
but within each second of her time-teased ways…
Her measure of sophistication was alluring enough
with pearls, reflections, memories aloft in the breeze
but I saw her at crossroads between bud and the bloom
between wise and wide eyed, between glitter and gold
the completeness of her being intriguing my soul…
Her youth still danced on crystal rainbows
glistening, sprinkled on amber rays
feathered leaves swirling carefree around her
in wishful walks whispering scents of freshly downed rains…
Yet there was more, more deliberation in her pace
than mere youth could have ever achieved,
perhaps it was time echoing backwards
like double-ended candles lighting the way
to pleasant moments once bargained for fun,
where echoes are paused and roses unfurled
for eyes grown accustomed to greeting new suns...
a response to
Ancient Reflections by LadyDementia
Adding your comment:
I am writing this on a cloud in the sky for now I am an angel and it's all because you wrote this magnificent poem packed full of images that will melt one's heart. 
BRAVO!
