Tuesday, August 16, 2011


last night i danced inside the smile of twilight
while my fingertips touched out a new sway of convergence.
 in that symphonic note of timelessness
 the infinity of me realized that it was time
to sketch upon the waters a swelling concerto.
a rising tide.
in deference, i began to conversate calmly with my heart's flow.
we spoke only of beauty and her offspring.
the conclusion of the matter?
we decided that i am lovely.
as are you.
life, it has its way.


Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved, Regina Y. Evans
From the poetry book "Not Igual", by Regina Y. Evans

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