A Handful of Words: An Anthology of Original Poetry

Sister Sestina

Look into her clear sapphire eyes

I smile, just thinking of her spirit

Her grin brightens the dark of night

The glowing radiance rains down to the elegant

Shoulders. Joyous, full of happiness

She mourns those without love

Anyone, she could love

WIth compassionate eyes

She glows with happiness

Energetic, full of spirit

Even her movement is elegant

Her mind is at rest by the fall of night

Squints into the night

Glances at the beautiful moon, thinking of those to whom she shows her love

Moonlight spills onto her face, displaying her face, so elegant

Alert are her eyes

Alive and nourished is her spirit

Smiles out of sudden happiness

She sees me, her face is total happiness

Though I am her opposite, a creature of the night

She eases my mind with purely her spirit

Embracing me with her love

Pleading with her eyes

To me, would come use some features, elegant

Her teeth flash brightly, white and elegant

Her smile is one of happiness

Calm and collected are her eyes

She can be as mysterious as night

But she does indeed have love

And she tries desperately to give me some of her spirit

But unchanging is my spirit

Not elegant

As is she, with her love

I admire too, her high level of happiness

My pessimistic mind, black as night

See it in my eyes

However, she, with her love and happiness which I so dearly long for, and her elegant and lively spirit, and those begging, pleading eyes, unlike mine, are not as lonely as night.