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.