Henceforth

one shade glancing down
one shade looking up
one drawn with delicate tea cup
one that swathes another ineffably
stirring her nature intensely
dipped cherry blossoms
soaking in a refined graceful wine
who hides humanity far away
with a never ending sailing
from the end of an edge to eternity
sedative and inseparable
in a tiny painted boat
pushed quietly offshore
composed for only one

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell
written in the afternoon and throughout the evening of 03/30/2010