The moment a thousand suns made their journey to slumber, I took you back.
I kept the cosmos at a

I am welcomed into a community

Twenty generations deep.


A friend embraces me

And with

by Melissa Walker
12/27/12

Unpretentious
simple beauty -
clean lines,
brilliant

The old stone breakwater
Proudly juts from Portugal
Almost to Brazil.

Alone, our legs dangle

On the wild side, I'm beautiful,
no shapely play-thing, but I'm
proudly junoesque. Trace the

Always Be

All that is heaven I see in your eyes
all that is love in your

A girl stood over stories and stories
Touching the clouds and feet hung on the precipice of a

I proudly wear, quite visibly
beauty at its best
that will forever last
lotus on my wrist -

Beauty, beauty
I love beauty
For beauty is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness
Beauty is

True beauty has winged feet
but look beneath the surface
for inner beauty lies deep

Where the

These Sacred Bush lands.

I walk these sacred bush lands
Beneath that warming sun
As thoughts be

An age has found me where they can’t see past the grey.

Grey = Grandma,

Had it, lost it, past

I really love this world I live in
I do.
I love the lilies on the lake, and the majestic Swan
I

Let’s hear it for objects cast aside,
And ones that have lost their shine:
The silvered wood now

Walking towards me with such ease and grace
Hair perfectly set
Makeup done to perfection
Handbag

Seeing and craving the morning
And simple delight
I sit where I feel the crimson waves
I feel

Night puts on her glittered gown,
to her pale body, beauty clings
and around her neck the

No such thing as an ugly harpist
Angels audition them not John the Baptist.

Silence
Deafening silence
Eclipses our
cries
Cries steeped in
fear
Fear

My love is not earned,
nor deserved,
nor acquired.
My love is stolen
and abused
and not

After the rain, I see the daisies,
In their clean, white dresses,
Fresh and perfect.
Washed and

White and smooth,
Pocketed flat and small.

The Kittiwakes squat
In sandstone cliffs,
Decaying

God is Love.

There's nowhere
that Love is not.
Come. Let us share
in a lovers

Here I search for words of beauty
to balance dark with light
for it seems to be a poet's duty
to

She always wanted to be the May Queen and in June, she discovered that Summers were eternal, and

A soft white butterfly
Flutters her wings
And gently rests on the steel rail tracks
A white

Selene Trembles.

Moon
quakes
lasting
for an hour
no tectonic plates
to break - but hostage

It is pure

The release of expectations

The beauty of it brings thoughts

Beautiful thoughts

Underneath the fold
Lies a creative soul
With short locks of raven hair
And silver moonbeams

Protection

Can you protect yourself while enjoying yourself

While protecting yourself from

Every song is a love song

Every moment I hear your name

Your face haunts my dreams

Our

My heart pounds
Everytime I see you
My heart pounds against my chest
It threatens my rib

You invaded my mind

I couldn't concentrate

Work is impossible

I just wanted to hear your

Staples of a Gainsborough Landscape

The wilderness of sky is a cavalcade of beauty
and it

It’s ugly
crude and meek
obtuse or skewed
warped even
misshapen perhaps
absolutely amiss
a

a great house ravaged
and torn
only a frame remains
banquets are but
a

To endless sky-scapes
agape in wondrous pruning
the Earth tended to by the Lord's keen hand.

As

I have destroyed the things I love the most..as much as I didn't want to be around to destroy her it

When I consider the narrowing spectrum
of "beauty" that mankind defined
of the girls and boys

It isn't a charm offensive
to embrace truth
and speak it
friends see beauty
beyond skin thick

Someone said there's a little girl
inside every womans mind
a part of her not battered or

Among the leaves
under the canopy
a rustling
and gentle stirring
pretty face

When you blink, I see the stars dancing across the night sky and I feel the crisp mountain air

You're like a rainbow.
You're truly so beautiful.
But also in that you're unattainable.
I can

My love for you
is so deep and painful
It feels like roses
dropping from my
inner heart
The

Beauty starts from within,
In a heart that is pure,
And without sin.
Beauty is an attitude,
Of

A home by the sea
Is the place for me
To hear the rolling tides
Where I can be
So calm, so

Suddenly there you were,
A tall, dark stranger,
Sexy as well,
What more could a woman ask