Dancing On Water

Paris loomed before her Beckoning to her Like a table Filled with delicacies Or an untold story From some romantic novel That she had read Over, and over again And though She had not yet awoke She knew Before she went to sleep That this was where She was meant to be When the soft rays Of the morning sun Danced about the room I sat on the bed Watching her quietly breathe While she lay sleeping And as I watched her sleep The sun’s early light Stretched out and about Filtering and reflecting Off of the colorful items That rested with her in the room I thought about the glimmering Of the rising sun As dawn slowly inched over her Reflecting off her moist skin Giving her body the appearance Of sparkling diamonds Dancing on water Making her almost appear Angelic