She

Warm yellow lights bounce off her...
her jet black hair shining in the wake

An Angel come in from the cold
spreading a joyous glow through me

She tilts her head and observes...
A placid countenance

A tender hand that plays with a lock
another that rests outstretched

On the rosewood table that melds
with the flowing satin of her dress

Her eyes rest on me
Lamps -
that speak a thousand words
From afar...
Or near, they enrapture me...
Those limpid pools

Time and space mean nothing
Nothing at all

Her lips part as if to speak...
speak of many wonders

But,
...She only smiles
that, doesn't give away much

And yet softly caresses my heart
As she puts the wine to her lips

And looks on...

I endeavor to speak of her beauty
But words seem awkward and inept

An image is all i have now
And all that i need is she...