Above a Balustrade
"When lost within a dark night of the soul"
Her visage glimpsed above a balustradeAnd from a distance wonderment arose.Enchanting, pristine character most staid,Serenely dreaming, peaceful, at repose.Perhaps she is not tranquil deep inside,It might be true that passions roil within.Her face may not reflect all she may hideRepressed, unseen, proud fantasies abide. The two of us might share supernal glee,Together...




