Through the skies that reach toward
the heavens,
To the place I fantasize,
There lived a fairly new-fairly
fair to call-beauty,
One has never seen,
She had eyes of pearls,
Skin of budding flowers in the
fresh fallen rain,
Alone in the notion,
She dreams of a peaceful ocean in
pearly blue,
No not in a tower,
She can’t rest even one hour,
Looking down upon those that would-
Look down upon her,
She throws back the curtains-light
streams through,
Wind rushes around,
She screams a triumphant summon,
Her voice is loud and true,
None can hear for they are not
aware,
Of the beauty standing there,
She bare her soul to those abound,
And if you dare say she means
harm-you lack charm,
Blinded by shades of sound,
Deaf of light forth screens,
Touch what is really there-that
physical story,
That which is around you-love you
once knew,
Feigning life and people is not
true,
Not to me-not to you,
She would bawl no more should one
realize,
None can mask that which is
materialized.
Justin Vaisnor
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