Slowly down the steps,
I saw her.
Each step,
a wonder. The red dress
covered her long legs,
shinning from the moon light
drawn to her. Long hair
waving along her side,
envying the intimacy.
I couldn’t move.
The shine from the blue
sparkled, but the green,
the green
reached for my heart,
and sang.
In false command,
praying for pause
anything but ephemeral
reaching for words,
stumbling for syllables.
You are beautiful.
Whispering to me,
you are the first.
Saint's Muse 