REFLECTIONS

she draws a curtain, she dwells in her shadows
she sparkles as sunshine on a silvery stream
she cradles her moods in a prism of colors
she 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 a late-autumn sky wearing geese

she gives with her glance, she takes with her eyes
she empties her space, then 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 lyrics her verses from 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