Day 6 - Beauty Believer

Dedicated to Simone

Beauty Believer

Messages burnt into parchment so old

With hidden secrets that whisper just right

Forgotten tales that wish to be told

Of the angry and long lasting fight

Fear grows like flames in the hearth

Begging for the redeeming birth

Poetic love letters remain unread

Holding the key to the resolution

They remain within the bark instead

As time grows around, a true infusion

Of the power that love possesses

And the memory of final caresses

The circle burnt just so is an ancient brand

Making the small town's legacy

They had owned the many acres of land

And built the endless shops and famous library

But at the edges burned in the lighter shade

Was a memory that few would not let fade

It was the mark of a small family farm

That catered to those of higher worth

They kept the legacy far from harm

But were naturally of inferior birth

So when the love was made between two

There was not much the families were willing to do

So this was the last mark the lovers dare leave

Within the tree that kept them so safely hid

In a better time they could not believe

So on their memories they closed the lid

And left no other visible traces

Except perhaps the lost looks on their faces

But such stories last long after we die

And even after our children fade away

They are stronger than the word of you and I

And have a great many more things to say

But twisted in tree trunks that out live us all

That is where the final one will begin to fall

It starts with a swift glance and sweet joy

And a dance with skirts just a-twirl

With the interested eye of a young boy

And the smile so kind on the clever girl

Then the young soul comes along all aglow

With nothing but a bright heart to show

And he is then ready to search for beauty

When in his world her light is shining

He finds a story that spurned from duty

Though the language has a way of reminding

Him of the love he holds for his darling

Something so pure, he found in falling