Description
Through panes of glass, both clear and mottled,
Her image caught, in light and shadows dappled,
In scarlet dressed, her thoughts perhaps, enbottled,
A silent muse, in contemplation, captivated, gentle.
The world outside is but a distant flutter,
Of leaves and light that through the windows stutter,
Her beauty framed, no need for words to utter,
In this quiet space, where silent thoughts may clutter.
Each square a snapshot of her grace,
The softness of her demure face,
A contrast to the backdrop's pace,
In this mosaic of time and place.
Her gaze cast down, to where dreams may dwell,
In thoughts profound, that no lips can tell,
A quiet scene, a tranquil spell,
In the dance of light, where her serenity fell.
A moment frozen, a breath in time,
A splash of red, a scene sublime,
In the gallery of life, she's the silent rhyme,
A picture of peace, in a world that's prime.