About Last Night

I found beauty In my back yard Last night She was standing Still Refined Unmoving Despite my gaze Poised Among the lavender Her stance Silent As the rising moon Her curves And graces Deliberate As an artisan’s blow That template I wish to know Take her hand Help her down From that life Of stone-cold silence Beauty In an ill-fitting dress Seems all that’s needed To hold the Tempest Of live At silent rest A frozen moment Under the hue Of a passing pink moon These thoughts Of beauty And life Will but evaporate With the fading night I’ll walk away In a privileged life While she Stands rigid Among the lavender In stone cold silence