She lies there in her tranquil thoughts
of endless feeling, and emotion covers
her like shadows in the valley below.
Lifeless she may seem as she welcomes
the moment of blissful memory only
she can know.
Her essence weaves itself through an
endless tapestry of color and image
she has created;
Everchanging phantoms surround her
With voices resounding expressions
throughout her layer;
Fathom veiled, only bequested
by the sayer.
Her glory shines through the eyes
of the sculptress,
Superimposed by beauty, her
vision becomes endless...
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr