She prances trippingly across
a momentary child of shining dew,
a spark of trouble in this frigid night-
is this ingenuous summernymph you?
She glides a silent dreadnought through my life
that captivates all with which it collides;
surely secure seems this goddess of strife,
but beneath this stainless surface there hides
a human warmth surpassing stellar strength,
uncertain tendrils of shaky trust
that only reach to any risky length
to bind us in this storm in which we're thrust.
By no you surely know that you are she;
I see beneath the skin of what I see.
by Jason Paul Fox
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and don't make money off it)
2007 Jason Paul Fox