HIDDEN TREASURES…

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The keepsakes are our memories,
We made upon this earth.
Daisies in your hair,
Thrown pebbles in a pond.
Summer nights we rain danced,
Until the break of dawn.
If I had a dime for all the times,
I made you smile.
Then again,
It could never make me wealthy,
As the gems I hold deep down inside.
Heavy is the heart,
But light were the moments...
And boy did we float!
Every now and then,
I look up to the sky.
And I smile,
Even if just for a while.
Bliss blankets my being...
And I Smile.


(c) Monica St Hillaire.

DAUNTLESS…

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I am enough but,
Are you worthy?
A bountiful river,
And you lack thirst!
You tread so lightly,
Yet still my water ripples.
Satisfactory abode,
Do you not see its value?
An effortless flow,
Toward a heart so vile.
Worry not about the storm,
I will not runneth over.
Sufficient in my depth,
Your meager soul, unaware.
I continue to churn in poise,
Stagnant during the raging winds.
Asserted and enough,
So please tell me -

Are you worthy?

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

GRACEFUL STRIDE…

(photos from pixabay)

Delicate touch,
Mesmerized stare.
Bonded embrace,
Breath of fresh air.
For timeless love,
Eager to try.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
Elegant waltz,
In rain of Spring.
Ascending moon,
Ballads we sing.
Tender caress,
Ends with a sigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
Aromatic wine,
Laid on white sand.
Scented candles,
I clasp your hand.
Sky's hue reveals,
Daylight is nigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...


    (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.