The candlelight’s soft, unsteady glow makes the curl of her lips’ little smile like sunset on a hill. How I would take my measured, easy stroll down those slopes, my steps kisses. How I envy her hair, its twilight glimmering, like a sparkling waterfall running down her slow and peaceful curves.
Yet, only a dream, a wish, desire’s image manifested in the dark chambers of my mind. She will smile and dance and be everything but real for me. When I look for her eyes, the candlelight does not reach.
Sometimes dark and sometimes fair, a wild creature to tame or a soft, consoling presence, she plays every role but the one I want. So, I blow out the candle and I try to get away. Anon, I must rest, lay down to dream, and I know I’ll find her there in my darkness, waiting with a smile, her eyes lost in shadows.
Tale Told 