From you beauty radiates
Like no other
You cannot be real
For if planted
Would you grow?
Would lilacs spread
Across your grave
Would roses blossom
Through your face- oh what a sight that would be
You lying- beauty sprouting- but would you even lay?
Take time to rest
To exist
Is that your time to take?
Without complaining- itching for movement
Would you care to say? To stay?
For a moment tell us-
For beauty is our compass
And you have been mine
For you are my muse
Do you wish to ride on the wind’s spine?
How does your body and you within
Not break or crumble
Thin and thin?
Because you are far too perfect
To be real and not of plastic
Do you let pain fill your body
To excuse the dents of
time which puncture your
Temples and eyes
But no matter how strong
You cannot beat time- you know this
But you still try to rewind
You are not like them
Like the others
Which wish to rip their
Ripened skin out
Just to puff and gush
You are still beautiful
Whether or not you choose to excuse
The sag and grey of time and gravity’s touch
You still move freely with
The wind
I can still see- through your eyes-
A women who raises
Children and longs for an
Answer- who longs to live for a purpose
In constant search until and
When age plasters you
To finally rest
You will lie on a river
And time will pass you by
Without worry-
Finally receive a gift- not from yourself
The gift of this river to
Flow with your thoughts
And your motherhood
Which has sprung flowers
To grow from your surface
Will poison the ground-
As shamelessly as before
The light of your life
Grows and blossoms more and more
So when the beauty
That is time
Pulls you to the ground
Apologies will be due
For movement is only temporary
But beauty is made of you
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