I Follow Her Dance
Half sapphire
half emerald
on a velvet
diamond carpet
levitating lantern
no hidden strings
motherly supportive
selflessly sings
nurturing rhythms
of optimisms
refracting waves
of silent aphorisms
passionate
brave dancer
has started
waiting not
for music
nor permission
leading an
enchanting
invitation
to behold her
naked truth
is a vision
The most beautiful and eloquent 50-word sentence imaginable would have to sound truthful and relevant and magical - like an electrifying invention - in order to prompt the audience to listen and inspire its collective throat chakra to glisten like a sapphire so its bellyfire can dance with linguistic romance.
It was, as it with things that are born of the light of perfection,
your eyes that caught my breath in my chest, my heart skipping a beat. Those wonderful, magical eyes spoke of Heaven in your arms, eternity in your kiss, and death in our parting. Seeing this, I longed for that sweet release promised in a look and a smile, perfection anon.