A Hymn To My Beloved

• Ashleigh Northam, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

There are no words that can describe your beauty
As you gaze at me with those soft hazel eyes.
Enhanced with fire as the sky changes behind you,
as night moves in, and another day died...

We sit, in the cold grey of dusk,
Sipping our wine as you wonder at the moon:
Rising, pale and lonely in the heavens,
Because the stars are shining in your eyes...

Late at night, the silver moon peeks
through cracks in the curtains,
Illuminating we two;
Making our shadows dance upon the wall...

We wake with the cold grey of dawn,
Our limbs entwined with intimacies remembered.
I kiss your ebony hair, you nuzzle my neck,
We sigh, and both smile; content with forever.