Arabesque After Twilight

Hand-clasped reverence opened to God. Your silent nature lend angels to nod. Writers scribble and prolific poets prod - as one envisions your perfect face. You can taste a raindrop before it has dried. Console a teardrop after an infant has cried. The music in your soul is a heartbeat that glides. Precisioned notes flicker into place. Your feelings soar beyond heart and time - as a versifier stumbles 'tween space and rhyme. When I seek an adjective to fulfill the sublime - I will ever inhale your intoxicating grace... Arabesque, my darling, we'll arabesque...and catch the twilight.