Chambers

Hair, as golden as the last remains  
of the sun, before night has fallen.  
The color of those final specks of dust  
that shimmer like an abditive secret in the sky.  
That golden hair that my fingers  
so desperately yearn to caress.  
 
Eyes blue as the flames of icy fire  
that was caused by the reaction of sulfur.  
Those blue eyes of Compassion.  
Those eyes of Cerulean kindness.  
 
Skin, the mystical color of a foggy pearl  
that has been covered in ocean mist.  
The glowing color of a cloud after a storm  
that swept all the continents-  
Causing them to mourn.  
 
Those perfectly shaped, salmon-pink lips  
that I so desperatley yearn to touch.  
Those lips of kindness that speak the truth.  
 
That golden hair.  
Those ice-blue eyes;  
There is no one else out there,  
that I have seen, who can truly cure cries.  
That pearly skin,  
Those salmon lips;  
By the Dim of day- the rise of night-  
You are the one who I've waited to kiss.  
 
 
Zoë LeeaNora Holdsclaw
     2/2/13