The Silken Guardian

by Italian Stallion   Sep 10, 2010


A little pink railway carriage slips amorously.
- its coolness on her feet, the flowers that you picked.
Wind: curves of her back; away in endless flight.
- from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.

Like a devoted butterfly, she soars through the air
and faces the horizons, in the shadowy glade
where snow of rose petals weep on her shoulder
while the golden stars tremble for a feel.

The silken guardian rests upon her grave,
beautifully warm with gestures, hellos and goodbyes,
whispering to those close at heart, sending a message
that sends chills down their spine and smiles to their face.

*Written in dedication to Jane's Grandmother*

*Jane, if you're reading this, this is for you and your family. I am sorry to hear about your loss.*

© Copyright 2010 By Italian Stallion

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  • 14 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Thank you, Joe. Kinda hard to write a comment through these tears, but it was so kind of you to write a poem dedicated to my grandmother. You are a true friend and I couldn't have asked for more. I know that if there is a heaven, my grandma would be smiling down on you and she would feel happy that her granddaughter has such a wonderful friend with a shoulder to lean on.
    Britt drew this poem to my attention, so thank to her as well.
    Lots of love from me to you :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Jad

    A very beautiful yet sad poem when one thinks about the message behind this. The emotions of sadness are so clearly felt and the feelings of pain can be seen.

    "Like a devoted butterfly, she soars through the air
    and faces the horizons, in the shadowy glade
    where snow of rose petals weep on her shoulder
    while the golden stars tremble for a feel."

    Wonderful imagery, so much beauty in this one stanza and a great style in which you wrote this made it very nice and heartfelt. You have painted a beautiful picture of this person has been painted and you did a great job. And to Jane I am sorry for your lost and pray that you will be comforted. Over all great job and keep writing.

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