Poetry by Jeff Green

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Imperfect beauty

by cricketjeff on October 27, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The night contains her beauty everywhere
The stars were born as twinkles in her eyes
A waterfall of moonlight washed her hair
The midnight breeze the mem’ry of her sighs

The stars were born as twinkles in her eyes
No goldsmith could create such jewellery
My lover is the mother of the skies
And says that all her beauty is for me

A waterfall of moonlight washed her hair
A halo for an angel’s perfect face
The night reflects her image everywhere
So everywhere becomes a better place

The midnight breeze the mem’ry of her sighs
The night we met is burned into my dreams
I wish I could not see the way she lies
No-one can be as perfect as she seems

Author notes

A retourne, a set of four quatrains where each stanza starts with each line of the first stanza in turn.