Elegance In Motion

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Daniel A. Stafford	6/16/2000 11:51:03 PM 10/29/2020 12:52:47 AM	853

Elegance In Motion

You see it in those rare moments, the ones of ethereal beauty.
It's quite evident in the sunset, as she walks past.
The highlights of her hair gloriously dance before your eyes.
Does it make you tremble inside, does your heat beat fast?

Designer clothes are not the reason.

As her body moves before me, a vision in every light,
the sight of her steals my breath for a moment,
eyes locked where they can't help going as she moves,
magnetic rhythm in the sway of hips, incandescence touches her lips.

Manicured nails do not define her season.

A certain economy, in a soft feminine way,
poised and pure, brighter than the sun at height of day.
When this vision overcomes me, there is no restraint.
Feelings beyond control or holding, future dreams unfolding.

She is the essence of love from the inside.

It comes from a certain sense of self that only she can have,
matching the heart of me as my other half.
There is a place, in the depths of my soul, yes running deep.
It's registered in her form, but comes from inside.

I know that tonight, we'll share a wild passionate ride.

And the sight of her, elegance in motion, makes me burn with desires.
Oh there will be soon when we share our fires.
And as timlessly we reach the peak,
I won't waste breath, trying to speak.

But we'll be elegantly in motion.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 06/16/2000

Author's Comments

Some things need no further explanation.

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The Honor Among Clouds...

The Honor Among Clouds...

It's an old and faithful thing,
These flying volunteers.

It started with cloth and grit in World War Two,
The day after the war started,
In fact most people hardly know.

Civilian Airmen took their own planes to the skies,
Spotting submarines off our coastlines,
Sparrowhawks hunting tin sharks,
Piper Cubs and old Jennies alike,
They fiercly defended home.

They still volunteer among the clouds,
Or in old buildings on little airports,
Out among the dust and obscurity.

Still.

How many cadets went on to lead,
Officers and judges,
And every other working thing,
The stuff of civil duty,
A nearly-forgotten thing.

If your plane goes down,
They will find you.

If your house is flattened by a hurricane,
They will take the pictures that rebuild you.

If you want to learn of aviation,
They will teach you,
Or your sons and daughters.

The Silent Service,
Those barely heard of or known,
There when the chips are down,
Or when the skies are up.

Say hello to the Civil Air Patrol,
A golden thing under a blanket of dust,
A wonder that America barely remembers it has.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/17/2018

Author's Note:

https://www.gocivilairpatrol.com/