Hair of Auburn
Locks that flow
The wisps of air
Landing on the
Meadow shoulders
Eyes of pastel
Feminine strength
Nurturing smile
Draws the soul
Commanding the focus
Hands of silk
Pluck the strings
Attached to wood
Notes of melody
Sing in tune
Ribbons entwine
From shoulder to ankle
Patters the flight
Of Grace an' Beauty
Of marbled stone
In the corner
The Angel Girl
Who does not speak
Nor progresses in motion
Yet captures me
With focused devotion.....
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/command-performance/
