The Wrinkled Smile

The bright light shone on the wrinkled smooth,

Thin lines of age despise,

Yet the smile on the face so light

Takes your heart to distant cry.

The smile that touched you with glorious delight

Is put to test with lines so dry,

The river of life dried up

Parched with thirst, scorched with burns

The horizon of orange hymns dimmed to the silver lines of the dark,

The elixir of distant past shoved through the canal of the unknown stark,

Sucked is her beauty into the vacuum of unknown,

Yet it shines through the flight of despair known.

Her hand tugs and pulls you towards her wrinkled bosom of uncrumpled love,

Untouched is her love by the age of nothingness,

Unscathed is her love by the numbers of uncouth barrenness,

The nine and five of distant plight has kissed her body to wizened wilderness,

Yet her eyes windows the love unshrivelled by the years of yonder past,

It smiles and laughs and mirrors the experience within,

The ridged lines of aged despair.

Tears of joy flows through my eyes, pulls when she to her love untold,

Tears of pain flows through my veins seeing the furrowed look of her virgin smile..