Her eyes

Her eyes reflect such subtle beauty,
As if in a vast and cloudless star filled sky.
While her luscious hair -so soft- is rolling
About her glistening, radiant, ripe blue eyes.
Everything about her is so gloriously golden!
It rests -so strong- within her very form:
While I -a mortal- turn with voiceless wonder, 
To watch her rise, then so gently, Fall. 

II
One moonlit ray the more -one shade the less! 
As my soul impaired is In need of grace!
But stone silver hints, here now expressed 
Sting -so darkly- from this- your dwelling place;
Where mocking calls from raven winged
Beasts laugh -hard- with such cheerlessness 
As my thoughts –unheeded- fool a tender trace, 
To mark these walls with words I’d dare confess. …

III
And on her soft cheek and on her brow, 
So soft, so calm -yet eloquent-
Rests a smile that wins a tint
of sheer relief of time well spent 
a mind at peace with all--- beneath, 
And a heart whose love rests innocent, 
Free from the chains of loves bequeath, 
A fired up soul ---so infinite!

(c) adh 2013 redrafted 2014