Stained Glassed Green Doorways
By Emmerson
I wonder what you would discover, If you were to sit in front of me and stare. As the reflective rays of the sun, Shone done in my golden hair? ~*~ Looking in through The stained glassed green doorways, That lead down into my soul. Caputuring little pieces of me As walk on stairs of gold. Feeling of me from the inside, As you find yourself In me lost. Discovering what the Price of beauty, To me did really cost. Touching with your palms A heart that beats in time. With the magical Lessons of wisdom That it's learnt over time. Would you taste My essence as your fingers Across me did glide? Or would all that you'd Discovered, Make you want to hide? Sitting in the sun, Eyes relfecting into me. Just wondering what you'd see; If you really did in fact, Know all the pieces of me?*sigh .......pretty crappy poem really LOL...but i felt the need to create Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 03:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I wonder what you would discover,..."