Veiled/Photography/Poetry

Veiled

Hidden from sharp eyes
the mind that pries
into sacred places.

Her soft layers breathe
and burning passions seethe
in shadows deep.

Shiver in evening’s chill
lying neath the moon until
sunlight kisses her eager breast.

Fading slowly, days that fly
moments of youth passing by
withering as life dictates.

Dying with grace and soft
petals fall and born aloft
the seed that carries on.

Forget her not
that lies in rot
dust to beautiful dust.

Cheryl KP
2015