Grace

She is grace
Personified her
Smile enchants me
Her form is symmetry
In motion her company
A pleasure and I am her
Friend for life who cannot
Help but smile back as she
Is never far from my thoughts.
I see glimpses of her as I read
History encountering women
Long gone but yet still so
Vibrant the air vibrates
With the echo of their
Grace and beauty
Which I see in
Her living self
Beautiful
Through
Time
Too
Tender
Not to touch
Embrace
Hold,
We
Are the
Stuff of dreams
Set among the stars
Like the Milky Way
A bright bracelet
Across a black
Velvet night
Sky we
Clasp
Together.