Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Fleeting Purple

Her eyes were open
Aware to the beauty that was her life
The purples and beige
Couldn't possibly hide
A radiance of solar compassion
Burnt and betrothed
To the beauty that was her life
Her eyes couldn't possibly close
Two suns that couldn't set
A laughter with no end
The mutual sensation of her lips
Against each other
Barely pressed
Forming a seal both delicate
And incredibly impenetrable
At least to them
At least to him
For now

-RTB
History is full of examples of people who didn't discover their real creative abilities until they discovered the media in which they thought best. - Sir Ken Robinson