Exquisite, this expectation as dusk
mellows the ruffles on her robe de style,
warm her expressions, candid, unrushed
for lake waters return that sunny smile.
A hem trails the shore with tulles of twilight,
so overcome that heaven almost cries
at grace in upsweeps and poise held as night
steals her away with a sorrowed sigh.
Dark this vista til she yields her jewels,
moonstone and topaz, citrine and ruby,
all her wisdom to forever unfurl
in fireworks, a blaze of poetry.
Love leaves its mark, Heaven is now altered
by a flourish that brightens even the stars.
THIS LINK SHOWS THE BEACH & FIREWORKS.
I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO TAKE LINDA MARIE, THERE.... I love this place. A long story for another day.