She Is

Romantic short poem; first work after a brief hiatus.

She is like the clouds,
Soft and unnoticed,
Guided gently by the wind
Over a field of dreams
And a sea of wishes
To her lover’s arms
Where she becomes a
Tangible vision of beauty.
She is like the river,
Constant motion unending,
Moving swiftly past a
Ship of foolish fancies
Packed to the stern
To her lover’s arms
Where she becomes a
Corporeal spirit everlasting.
She is like the trees,
Grand and majestic,
Swayed calmly by the wind
Through the bluebird’s
Sweet harmonious notes
Of a love song meant for no one
To her lover’s arms
Where she becomes an
Elusive dream come true.
-fin-
© Roberta V. Peach