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The Skylarks Journey Through Elizabeth's Eyes
Elizabeth Ann Soars

Elizabeth Ann Flies with The Skylark

Cherub Asleep Baby With The Giver Of Life

The skylark angel bird of elegance - as she flies she graces the the empyrean skies

This bird is grace, a lady of the prince and princess chase

She sees all the romance, her head is a primrose daffodil that bends and chants

She swims in the pollen breeze and echoes to the bullfinch darting in and out of the trees

His song is a magnet to her chantilly lace aria of the finest octave

The children look up wide eyed, ooh and ahh and want to capture her tiny heart in a cage to adore before the curtain closes to the night

The skylark, the heavens choir, a tambourine of finesse she lays in Mary's boudoir

The babe is asleep and the angel bird's breath tingles and covers his face comforting his gypsophelia cherubs weeps

The night is silent, the darkness is harking, the angel bird of the blue yonder flies out of the taffeta lined window

She will return to calm, sooth and lull the bairn to slumber come the end of the daylight sunbeams of midsummer

Elizabeth's Eyes

Elizabeth's Eyes

Elizabeth's eyes are like the skylarks mince pies

They twinkle and spy an orchid in a ring of lilacs in the lake of princess Diana

Syringa Vulgaris the flower that fascinates the bird

She dances and tosses her wings at levels of the heights that the farmgirl murmers softly when she makes love to the herdsman

She purrs her song to the crows and eagles who dare

She takes a measured step off a bough to gently flutter her wings in the nectarine powdered pollen air

Elizabeth's eyes are like a Cleopatra hawk

She visualises an aristocrat of a man

He the cool brown cloaked Marquis of Carrabass to take her hand and fly her to the other side of the red and orange firework dawn

The skylark teases and coaxes Elizabeth to be free and let go of her inhibitions

Only in her dreams does she have the courage to kiss the Prince of the pristine feathers

He takes her to the corners of the universe no-one has ever been to - just a tiny beating heart of the skylark that throbs amongst the heather

The new day has come

She surrenders her essence and expects nothing less than the decadent heaven

Elizabeth has travelled 360degrees, full circle, the bird has now returned back to the homeland

The skylark has relinquished its power

Elizabeth's eyes are now the keeper of the mirage of the skylark waiting on the seashores of the Severn

Skylark Californian Lilac Flower

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