You stare at me through lucid eyes
beyond this dimlit window.
I can almost hear your calming voice
Your gaze I almost know.

I feel your soothing, silken touch
near permeate my mind.
Your graceful silhouette appears,
Intriguing, sleek, sublime.

Velvet lips I’ve never touched
Nor words I’ve heard resound
Not a single sound has graced my ears
From the siren that I‘ve found.

A statuesque of beauty
a resplendent fetching face
Surrounded with an aura
of timeless furnished grace.

What lurid thoughts do hide behind
the calming gentle gaze?
That surely occupies my mind
as nights turn into days.

What passions, dreams and hopes reside
to fuel your fervent fire?
What canyons must a scribe traverse
to know your hearts desire? .