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Listen to Double Axel by Richard Charles Stevens

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As she skated the rink
In the blink of an eye
I negated to breathe
Any more than a sigh
The storm clouds perceived were unthinkably mild
Overseen by a child inexplicably wild
As she skated the rink
To the steepest toe pick
I discerned the vaguest whisper of a smile

I glanced all about me
In state of confusion
Elated mistaking my favourite illusion
Unless by the farthest stretch of my imagination
She was facing me with every kiss when her lips duly blew them
I felt unseen fusion of fear and captivation
Some way beyond my keen articulation
As she skated the rink
In the blink of an eye
My dreams received the sweetest themed narration

Angel eyes
And graceful lines
Across the ice
Her name she signed
Would have done the same
Had I not been trained to remain polite
Inflamed I discerned the vaguest whisper of a smile
Unchanging was its flicker
Not a glimmer of denial
Life had paraded so many a trial
As I downwardly spiralled
Undetected
Angel eyes
And graceful lines
Across the ice
Her name she signed
So how could I then fail to be affected

As she skated the rink
In the blink of an eye
I negated to breathe
Any more than a sigh
The storm clouds perceived were unthinkably mild
Overseen by a child inexplicably wild
As she skated the rink
To the steepest toe pick
I discerned the vaguest whisper of a smile

Her figure of eight
Was unweighted and freighted the brave air about her
In grace celebrated
I waited impatiently
Like a kid basically
Vacantly gazing skybound
Lost in a melody
Found within reverie
Ever togetherly
Tenderly crowned
As she skated the rink
In the blink of an eye
My eyes dressed the sight of resound
As we gleaned the adulation of the crowd

Angel eyes
And graceful lines
Across the ice
Her name she signed
This time felt inclined to do the same
Renew a vital flame
In view of my enlightened faith
I knew through to the final fade
The light and shade were ours
To braid in twine
Ours would be a love famed of great divine

Lost in a melody
Found within reverie
Ever togetherly
Tenderly crowned
…

As she skated the rink
In the blink of an eye
I negated to breathe
Any more than a sigh
The storm clouds perceived were affectionately mild
Overseen by a child infinitesimally wild
As she skated the rink
To the steepest toe pick
I revealed the sweet reflection of her smile

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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