Traditional yet Moderne, graceful as a Lady...

This writing is for the lady I hold most dear. I need not name her, she knows who she is. I have never met a woman who has moved me so. She has grace, humor, intellect and style. I just want to be with her all the while I am alive. This is my message to her;

Portrait of a Lady
(inspired by a John Singer Sargent painting)

The night’s autumn coolness
brings thoughts of her in recline–
supple, full of mood–
susurrant, in her re-pose;
as if, an absolute ablative.
Like an archaic Latin construct,
your form, your grammar,
your entire idiom distinguishes
itself in a mere phrase,
spoken by a poet...
This phrase in recollective
breezes, moves about the room–
rimy
in September’s
dank
light
waning.
Shadows surround your every move... Indeed,
we live within such small vignettes
with great consequences...
and...

with sun rising...
night falls...