[WayzataJOHNN]

Picture in the Mind

Sunlight, just that moment at dusk, orange fire,
to highlight subtly the contours of her face.
I stop breathing, in wonder, mesmerized apace,
for the gallery of life has come alive amid the mire.

Shadows, tinted with soft highlights of serenity,
set her face a part, as if sculpted from fire.
I sit and watch, of such beauty I can’t ever tire,
and my interest in life loves the amenity.

Glowing with light, infused with life,
she is so alive, and captivatingly so.
I remember to breath and the moment goes,
a mental snapshot of time without strife.

[Soaring Feather]

Reminds me of Roberta Flak If Ever I Saw Your Face.

[ScubieNuc]

I like your poem. It creates an image I can almost feel.

I remember to breath and the moment goes, a mental snapshot of time without strife.

Something about this line is like "such sweet sorrow." It touches deep.