Chalice of Life

She blushed, her cheek a rose petal,
Opening her eyes with half shades.
She smiled, so very faintly,
The sun’s furnace raged within me.
She sighed, softly – slowly,
The coolness of her breath jasmine.
She moved, the earth stopped to watch,
A thousand temple bells chimed.
She stood, a shoulder slipped her gown,
What words describe perfection – but her.
She caressed, moistened lips warm – silken,
One could fly without wings.
She existed, only for a moment,
The Holy Grail of love – chalice of life.
She left, held in memory – the dust of time,
The world is not the same – life now a dream.

Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour

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