Poetry in Motion

Like a photograph that moves
When you pin it on the wall,
Like the whispered words of love
Which seem to rise above them all;
Like a dew drop on a petal
And a smile on blushing lips,
Like flakes of snow that never settle,
Letters sealed with a kiss.
She is every one of these,
As continuous as the ocean.
But to you
She's poetry in motion.

She can whisper sweet goodbyes
And smile her farewell smile,
And though the tears still flood your eyes
You just can't cross those miles.
Her perfume lingers in your room
And word echo in your head.
You know she said she'd be back soon
But don't believe the things she said.
She will leave you as she planned,
You can't keep her by devotion.
But if you knew you'd understand
That she's poetry in motion.