Who is She?
I write with ‘she’ in mind. Who is she? What can she become? What does she dream about? What hopes are in her heart? What happiness does she bring to others? What if she just lived? What if she became alive, right now, in this moment? What wonders would she bring to this world? “She” may be you, “She”, may be me. Who is she? This next poem is inspired by just that. May the beauty of each day, shine in your soul forever. Much love to you today, Clarabelle
Dreams in her Soul
She writes with love, she writes with light;
Early in the morning, and last thing at night.
She opens her heart, to everyone;
Sharing her secrets, thinking of fun.
A happy soul, she shares it with glee;
Positive thoughts, changing me.
Hope is on the horizon, look up to the sun;
Shadows paint a pathway, over where she has run.
Beauty is in her heartbeat, shining afar;
Smiles last forever, and wherever you are.
She is a miracle, a symbol of life;
Forgotten are her days, of trouble and strife.
Her life has moved on, she dances alive;
Dreams in her soul, love in her heart does thrive.
poemsbyclarabelle, 28 February 2013