The Smile of the Unvanquished

     (Dedicated to my lovely wife who's birthday is today) Silver lining slithering across a boulder-scattered landscape rapidly in a gluttonous delirium, without a sense of propriety, only the sense of its swollen thrust taken as compass, to drown in the ghastly cold waters of a tempestous sea. Shafts of blonde mystique slitting down the dismal billows quiescently in a beatific spray, far removed of false humility, no hiccups of gaunt adversary sways her determined stride, to dress up the shivering forlorn does of mankind in the gossamer embrace of hope.

Churchill's voice drowned, while rejoicing ranks of white horses with sinewy pride pranced toward the deserted beach; her smile took hold of them and immerse itself in their briny gleam; then, guided by two pearls of wintry lark, they hailed for the bewitching great beyond... her heartbeat and the rustling murmur of rolling waves in pure synchronicity, hers though lingers in remembrance: like crystalline drops falling from some height, where ice shivers from the touch of a warm breeze...