The smile within a smile wilts ever so slightly

As she contemplates years gone by

Fleeting moments of truth or dare

Brief interludes of  perfection.

 

Yet the magic is not yet ready to fade away

This montage of future proprieties

Must depend upon the mirrors gaze

For a small taste of promise.

 

In the guise of youth’s gentle  flutterings

She so strives to maintain

The self that she has come to know

The beauty of her .

 

The voice inside her must be appeased

Too much is left undone

Still searching for a softer light

Age is not a crime.

 

© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom )

12/4/2014