Reflections
she draws a curtain, she dwells in her shadows
then sparkles as sunshine on a silvery stream
she cradles her moods in a prism of colors
and captures the soul of a glorious dream
smooth as a pebble tossed timeless in motion
strong as the rasp of a raven at dawn
sweet as the scent of orchids at springtime
soft as the eyes of a guileless fawn
she taunts as a full moon on an inspired ocean
she smiles with the mischief of a star-struck night
she charms like the monsoon on the cheek of a desert
she glides with the grace of a swan in flight
proud as a mountain bronzed golden at twilight
poised as a primrose in cluster of bees
pleasant as a litter of puppies at playtime
pretty as an October sky wearing geese
she gives with her glance, she takes with her eyes
she empties her space and rebuilds her walls
she stays when she leaves like echoes that linger
long after the mirth of a nightingale's calls
she lives her dreams in the eyes of a child
she verses her lyrics on the veins of a lyre
she spills her spirit in the fists of a sculptor
and she ignites the hearth of a poet's fire