Auckland New Zealand
Time suspended........self reflected.........mirror on the wall;
Within your naked form grows warm desire to bare your soul.
And as your misty eyes perchance allow your gaze to fall
Would you incline the thief of time to give back what he stole?
The symmetry - that curve of figure, one time blessed with youthful vigour
Now, perhaps, those hourglass contours seem less well defined;
Where nature’s yearly course has clashed with life’s demanding rigour
Your soul alone retains your beauty in it’s timeless mind.
Ah! Sweet forest of delight, soft secret garden of creation;
Within your warm allure is formed the seed of life renewed.
But damn him straight to hell who shall abuse it with elation,
For sure the hand of vengeance counts his evil deeds accrued.
How sharp was barbed the arrow that has pierced your childhood’s
Illusions shipwrecked on the storm-bound oceans of your life.
Oh, woman! that your love may conquer nightmare’s chilling screams,
And find safe haven from betrayal’s deadly knife!
How diverse - the winds of fate where chance has dealt your hand,
If beauty, poise and grace elude your outward glance;
Then count yourself no less a part of all that nature planned;
Compassion’s heartfelt understanding highlights your romance.
What pen shall e’er encompass all your wishes and desires?
What man can truly comprehend the longings of your heart?
Who can know Utopia’s dream that oft your mind conspires
To shield your child from evil - and its wicked poisoned dart?
Your life shall have its pain and grief and sorrow,
Wise hearts still get broken, and well-meaning fingers burned;
Surely then, your sun shall rise tomorrow
Newly borne on wings of lessons learned. ©Rod Walford 1999