Today doves shall see my face
Lilies greet me at an impending dawn
The tranquil path leading to the hilltop
Echoes a slow yet tender ballad
Evanescent are the descending dewdrops
But the golden sunlight filters a warm smile
A paradigm of peace in sheer prowess
The very kind that conceives and remains
In the confined areas of one's mind
I sometimes feel unworthy
Such an overflowing feeling
I just close my eyes and breathe
Doves shall see my face today
We glimmer and synchronize
In such a virtuous light
Not certain of its entire reign
But without a shadow of a doubt
I am positive it is my moment
To assuredly keep
(c) Monica St Hillaire
Three steps from the wishing well...
Beige hills fuels this somber aura.
Softly bow down my head,
In succession of falling teardrops.
Silver coin dazzle eluded my sadness,
No gazing of any rippled motion,
Glare of sunshine was my companion.
Translucent words within me,
Crystalline and lucid,
Yet a gripping joust deters any utter,
Or repressed remark from these frigid lips.
Sub conscious eager to constrain,
Heartbreak of a time bygone,
Any reprisal assuredly condemned.
No repetition of the past,
Along this dreary reality.
In sequential fashion,
As a mockingbird flew by,
Beam of lucent sunshine was solemnly,
My one and only companion.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.