Inspired kwa one of Lisa's pics from H Magazine. Thanks to @PC for the idea! This poem is a tribute to the beautiful Lisa Edelstein.
***
Her beauty.
It is something indescribable.
The way sunlight hits the ground in a forest,
dappled kwa the leaves.
Silence,
only broken kwa the rustle of branches
and the slow gurgle of a languid stream.
The way moonlight hits a quiet pond,
the glow rippling out
until it melds seamlessly into the darkness.
Can wewe put that into words?
She walks down the hallway,
a picture frozen in time,
for just one moment.
Her dress flows behind her,
the wings of a butterfly,
au the glow that a shooting nyota
leaves behind in the sky.
Her hair ripples in waves,
reflecting the sunlight, absorbing it,
as she gazes steadily at what is in front of her.
An open door, leading to what?
She is a queen,
perhaps her subjects await.
She is a star,
perhaps the flashes of cameras have already begun.
wewe can barely see her face,
it is flooded kwa light.
She looks at peace, a portrait of serenity,
but wewe feel the urge to call out to her.
When wewe say her name,
wewe know that she will turn around.
Her expression will be surprised,
wide-eyed,
until she suddenly smiles.
That smile,
wide, radiant, free.
That laugh,
an unrestrained burst of joy,
happiness radiating out of her,
infecting everything around with a warm glow.
If the world were in black and white,
that laugh could paint it in color.
It could give the autumn leaves their yellow,
their orange,
their fiery red.
That laugh could flood the oceans in a blue so bright
it would become part of the sky.
How could wewe resist that laugh?
It is irresistible.
She is irresistible.
Walking down the hallway,
she is a painting.
Something that is so far from your reach,
all wewe can do is wash your eyes
in its beauty.
It takes your breath away,
so is it fair to say that she is breathtaking?
Everything is frozen
for a second,
for one moment in time,
but wewe know that she will turn around
and the world will come back to life.
But for now, it is enough
to stare, to gaze,
to revel in her beauty.
The way the ocean laps at your ankles
as wewe wait for the inayofuata wave.
The way your moyo stops
for a moment
as he leans into your lips.
Can wewe put it into words?
She is the sun, the moon, the stars,
anger, serenity, sadness and joy,
hate and love
for one moment.
Her beauty,
it is indescribable.
***
Her beauty.
It is something indescribable.
The way sunlight hits the ground in a forest,
dappled kwa the leaves.
Silence,
only broken kwa the rustle of branches
and the slow gurgle of a languid stream.
The way moonlight hits a quiet pond,
the glow rippling out
until it melds seamlessly into the darkness.
Can wewe put that into words?
She walks down the hallway,
a picture frozen in time,
for just one moment.
Her dress flows behind her,
the wings of a butterfly,
au the glow that a shooting nyota
leaves behind in the sky.
Her hair ripples in waves,
reflecting the sunlight, absorbing it,
as she gazes steadily at what is in front of her.
An open door, leading to what?
She is a queen,
perhaps her subjects await.
She is a star,
perhaps the flashes of cameras have already begun.
wewe can barely see her face,
it is flooded kwa light.
She looks at peace, a portrait of serenity,
but wewe feel the urge to call out to her.
When wewe say her name,
wewe know that she will turn around.
Her expression will be surprised,
wide-eyed,
until she suddenly smiles.
That smile,
wide, radiant, free.
That laugh,
an unrestrained burst of joy,
happiness radiating out of her,
infecting everything around with a warm glow.
If the world were in black and white,
that laugh could paint it in color.
It could give the autumn leaves their yellow,
their orange,
their fiery red.
That laugh could flood the oceans in a blue so bright
it would become part of the sky.
How could wewe resist that laugh?
It is irresistible.
She is irresistible.
Walking down the hallway,
she is a painting.
Something that is so far from your reach,
all wewe can do is wash your eyes
in its beauty.
It takes your breath away,
so is it fair to say that she is breathtaking?
Everything is frozen
for a second,
for one moment in time,
but wewe know that she will turn around
and the world will come back to life.
But for now, it is enough
to stare, to gaze,
to revel in her beauty.
The way the ocean laps at your ankles
as wewe wait for the inayofuata wave.
The way your moyo stops
for a moment
as he leans into your lips.
Can wewe put it into words?
She is the sun, the moon, the stars,
anger, serenity, sadness and joy,
hate and love
for one moment.
Her beauty,
it is indescribable.
