Silver in Streams

Beauty is deceiving,

SILVER IN STREAMS

by

E C WESCH


Lightning glinted in dark blue eyes
like silver in streams 'neath moon-lit skies.
Even in shadows the gleam's still there
nestled beneath dark auburn hair.

A turn of her head, a gentle sway,
a heart pounding start of another day.
Looking upon her upturned face,
saw an Angel in Heaven with gentle grace.

In peaceful repose, or an angry glare,
my heart beat soundly for a beauty so fair.
So deep in love, I thought was I,
but love not returned is doomed to die.

Try that I might to win her affection
her laughter like poison, was now an infection,
that seeped in my soul and lingers there still,
I know loving her is making me ill.

So how can I break these chains that have bound
my heart to her soul and in agony drowned?
'Neath silver in streams that glint in her eyes
the darkness befalls me, but passion still lies.