She wrestles with fire of a vampire <br />Footsteps on the roof <br />Moonbeams of a wolf <br />Tiles as cool as stolen snow <br />Cossacks ride horses of a Queen <br />My Queen with the sword of pain <br />Tears for the unworthy jester <br />Sunset like bloody velvet <br />The dead tried to steal her heart <br />Feigned words of the barren lover <br /> <br />I have come with ancient rituals <br />Candles of silver slaves <br />Rise with the verdant sun <br />Laugh with the timeless sea <br />Pirates steal vessels waiting for joy <br />Hew guava garden of yellow pink <br />Purge the cryptic thorns <br />Leave the gossip and the vacuum <br />Two edged blade cuts away fangs <br />Her eyes open with burning pyres <br /> <br />She dreams like Caribbean flowers <br />Paintings locked in the heart <br />The maple floors need an easel <br />Royal princess of pastel hope <br />The sun is rising like a cardinal <br />Music flutters like a child's eyes <br />No talons can hold the true soul <br />Healing is letting go of the false <br />Real friends shine like rainbows <br />The time of sorrow melts in spring <br /> <br />Her cherrywood easel is out again<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherrywood-easel/
