A Moment in Midnight

A single candle’s glow
Resisted the night.

The soft buttery gleam
Glazed her face.
Her body
Backlit by the tiny flame
Spoke of quiet beauty
Precious as spun gold
And burnished bronze.

Her half-opened eyes focused
On an indefinite
Distant point
While her fingers
Slowly twirled dark tresses.

I would have interrupted.
I wanted to tell her
How lovely she is
How I desired her
But doing so would be
Intrusive.
It would break her charm
Nestled like a bird
In the nest of the moment.

I contented myself
In the mystery
Of her silent gaze
Wondering where
Her heart had fled
Hoping her journey
Would return her again
To me.