For the Lady I Met at Vernal Falls
A short Poem
At first so faint — your delicate laughter.
Turning the corner, the frills
of your dress held the sunlight in suspense
before shattering about your feet.
Oh, siren — were I to have leapt into your arms.
Finding myself there with your blazing
infinity, I watched the rainbows glistening
atop your graceful shoulders.
And yet ever so gentle — the mist of your kisses.
Then your spell beset me; In love with your thunder,
I felt your fingertips on my lips
so poorly reflecting your brilliant smile.
