Thursday, September 30, 2010

Motives of Ivory Veils - Sept. 30, 2010



Motives of Ivory Veils

I felt a rumor softly touch the air I breathe
Mingling in my exhale
Such a sweet sachet of fleeting mystery
Lost in motives, of ivory veils

Unassuming pleas of poignant measure
Quivered in each breath
Purifying with a gravitational pleasure
Unparalleled, in its depth

Melodious testimony rang within the rising
Of my lyrical express
Sang in tune, along a harmonious horizon
A masterpiece, no less

The rumors touched me with no hearsay
I had inhaled the truth
Found within the mysteries sweet sachet
Motives, of ivory veils of youth

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

2 comments:

lorilynn said...

wow, just beautiful choice of words;"I had inhaled the truth
Found within the mysteries sweet sachet
Motives, of ivory veils of youth"
love ivory veils!!

KB said...

Beautiful words - as always.