THE WARMTH OF CLASS

 

From the sea of cool blue gray she rises,

   In a quiet space where grace resides,

   A canvas capturing time’s surprises

   Where a gentle knowing spirit hides.

 

Her elegant features etched in paint,

   Total class in every brush flow,

A portrait far from faint,

   A face that all who look must know.

 

And then those green eyes, soft and deep,

Where the warmth of heart begins to glow,

   A silent promise she will keep

   More than any mirror will show!

 

This beauty, captured and distilled,

A moment painted, still and refined,

   Is elegance with purpose fulfilled,

Leaving an impression, clear and kind.

 

Thomas Theophilus© October 2, 2026

CRIES OF DARKNESS

 

The fog rises off the mirror of the lagoon,

a slow breath drawn across quiet waters.

The darkness moves without sound,

stretching its shadows from shore to shore.

In the silence, the heart keeps its own counsel,

bound to what it has always needed,

untouched by what remains hidden,

blinded to what waits within the deep.

We look out into the gray hush,

reaching for shapes that refuse to form,

learning to stand at the water’s edge

and trust the unwritten path ahead.

Yet the darkness cares less about what lies within,

and, beneath the stillness, the spirit cries out!

 

Thomas Theophilus© October 2, 2026