You Are My Beatrice, Victoria Lynn

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Another poem by me. This about a girl I once knew, and hope one day to know again.

Submitted: February 01, 2018

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As rain on a late April morning sighs

In the trees of a northern city’s skies,

Cobblestone streets sing with water rushed

In the predawn dark, in alleys hushed.

Wet flowers perfume outside and in,

You are my Beatrice, Victoria Lynn.

 

As snow in a far away forest falls

To the cliff-side where a Kenai wolf calls,

The blizzard wind blows a mournful tune

On the plains of dreams let go too soon.

White galaxies freeze on a reaching limb,

You are my Beatrice, Victoria Lynn.

 

As October seizes farmland hills

Cool beauty bursts into creaking mills,

Vast fields of wheat by clouded moonglow

Hide and reveal the shrieking scarecrow.

Leaves bright like fire in frantic spin,

You are my Beatrice, Victoria Lynn.

 

As summer sunlight, a dainty sword,

Cuts gently through your arcing fjord,

The ships I sent to the summer sun

Shall not in this world complete their run.

The end, I reason, is where we begin.

You are my Beatrice, Victoria Lynn.


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