# Light as a feather, stiff as a board

Дарина Юрьевна Татаринова

To live forever, as they say,

First life must fade, then slip away.

To bloom in verse as whispered name,

Girl must be sleeping in a frame.

A doll's repose, a perfect face

A beauty time can not erase

Like photos faded, dark and deep,

Where secrets lie and shadows sleep

Long languid limbs, a rigid curve

No worldly worry left to serve

A sharpened nose, eyes sunken set,

A private world i can't forget

Surrounded by the things she loved

A silent veil hangs from above

Hands pale and still with saintly grace,

Lost in a dream this sacred place

"I see myself, both here and there

A viewer and a thing of prayer

A poet's muse, an abstract rhyme

Forever young, untouched by time

To truly last beyond the years

Perhaps a soul must face its fears

And fade away, to then become

A work of art, forever numb"

A fulfilled wish for porcelain skin,

Untouched by life, untouched by sin

No touch of age, no touch of fear,

Just stillness held, year after year

Unreachable, a silent queen

Surrounded by what lies between

The world outside and slumber deep

Where favorite things their vigil keep

Blue veins like saint's, through dainty lace

She sees within and outer space

A poet's muse, a timeless art

To be admired from afar

To be perfection, pure and cold

Behind the glass sight to behold

To be immortal, understand,

One must first leave this mortal land