twilight winter

she’s calm as a twilight winter
capturing stars glimmer
the timber of her voice richer
than a Goddess’s golden slippers
phantom fates relate to the grace of that chiseled face
alabaster stone honed from cheekbone to cheekbone
the roman nose flared nostrils proud
an angel shakes off the dust from a work in progress
to bless the trust of the process
 
fondly fought for finding common ground a lost art may suddenly be found
remarkable the sunsets call in colored salts and butters
read my lips spoken softly in your ear
the shell has found an ocean to rest awhile on the sandy knoll
if you could hear the ocean through a seashell
it would bring the loveliest of tears
a soft quiet humble moment swept away by the surge of the sea
since that moment you have been a part of me.