Beauty

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I’d have to be a thief.

- Zlata S. Steere -

The Unicorn’s Ride

Over your rainbow
A unicorn flew,
He was sent to find me…
He said by you.
“Climb aboard”, he whispered,
“We must go for a ride…”
And into a portal of light
We rode inside.
The sky was so blue,
The fields so green,
With each explosion of light
Was a wonderful scene.
So happy we seem
And always together,
There was no end to your dream,
It just went on forever.
Then the unicorn said
“I have one more surprise…”
So we took off quickly
And pierced the sky.
Then I saw you sleeping
And dreaming in your bed…
I caressed your hair gently
And kissed you on your head.
The unicorn interrupted…
“I must now get you home,
But now that you’ve seen her dream,
May you never feel alone.”
My heart is feeling heavy,
A fire burns inside.
Thank you so much my darling
For the unicorn’s ride.

- Eric R. Hughes -

My eyes beheld a sky one night,
It seems so long ago,
A perfectly painted portrait,
Be-speckled with blue and gold.

As I sit and ponder more,
It strikes me that you were there,
And it was truly your simple beauty,
That gave the stars their perfect glare.

- Graham Stuart -