By Chad Hollis
As she sits, she seems
crafted of candle light and shadow
a surreal figure of ethereal beauty
her eyes hold the image of the flames
And looking out with twin haloes
of golden starlight
that drums my heart
that makes my eyes sing
slow tears of high emotion
and my lips to loosen
and tremble with delicate fire
She leans forward
her face, her wondrous face
becomes a miracle of light
I am breathless; it is as if my breath
had been my charged emotion
and could now no longer be contained
it leaves me in one long, silent sigh
She smiles
her face shifts
into some secret
evening flower
whose rare blossoming
I am blessed to chance upon
her eyes turn to look at me
and that gaze of light
defines a new reality
one in which I’m a slow burning
trembling entity
who mutely sings an aching song
of a need to be forever held by those eyes
I fight my fingers
against their ambitious desire
to caress her cheeks
her neck with its
shadowy curves of grace
as if they could touch the sun
and hold it eternally
without harm
for all of this
she does not know
though my heart
from its lonely depths
pleads with my tongue to speak
I do not
I merely watch her
this miracle of light
and wonder
how one would address
from such a distance
the Moon
the Sun
and the countless stars
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