Ways She is

As child, she comes with impish grin

And teases me at start of day,

Then reaching, takes me by the hand

Urging me to come and play.

To run through fields on summer days

Or chase the butterflies that dance,

Then search for fairies in the wood

Who shy away from human glance.

As girl, she comes at night to me

With flashing eyes and winning smile,

Then coyly turns to me and asks

If I will stay with her a while.

At times she takes me to her room

And shows me pictures of her dreams,

Moons and stars from mystic worlds

That shine in vivid reds and greens.

As woman, ever close to me

Tells me she will always stay,

Knows the words I love to hear

And sings them to me every day.

She reads me verses from her heart

That speak of things a poet should,

And every day she teaches things

I knew, but never understood.

Copyright©Alan Gilbert 2011.

From, "Love is a Dreamer"