Img_4870by Hazel Thomas23 Jul 2014

Underneath the fold
Lies a creative soul
With short locks of raven hair
And silver moonbeams scattered there.
Eyes like fire
Slightly dimmed
For a painful journey it has been.
A laugh so sweet and coarse
It tingles
Sending waves of love and pain
It mingles
With yearning to discover what truth lies there.

This beauty is true
And knows no bounds
It lies within
For not a sound
It makes to stir the beholders gaze.
One look
One smile is all it takes
For this wonder to escape
And fill the world in honest embrace.