Satin pearls
A drop of color that falls by chance,
blooming in water, the vigor and grace.
A trice of beauty reaches an impression;
elegance of the quillwort, silent waltz.
Silver eyes that pierce;
skin, chaste and pale as white fire…
hair, disheveled in frolic,
her heart, ever stayed in trance.
The white satin fairy that dances!
there, a descending angel!
Pellucid gossamer that drapes,
escatsy and charisma that font,
hair, never in reign, breezy…
shadows of the sprites set buoyant.
The shy smile,
like spring holding back…
sweet, tangible flow of white.
Who she was I wonder,
wonder what spell she cast;
The pristine white satin…
a gauze of snow.
Her frailty, posture…
enigma that lingers.
Evanescence of the nymph…
seizes the whirling heart!
-4/2/08
