when the shade speaks

Her Shadow’s Voice

She just riddles my reserve
Of such strength and sight
To award all arms that serve
Her offered delight
From which froths mugs that see straight
For her form heaven
Must have dropped here to await
All minds forgiven.

Eyes of minds muster each load
Of ever conceived
Will which wonder had to goad
From those that received
The amazing sight of her
Telling form and face
Which want melts and makes proper
Men much more disgraced.

Her proud shadow gives grand shakes
To observing men
Who heed calls from time to take
What screams from often
Travelled paths her beauty paved
Here upon my head
To instill a spirit saved
For my soul instead.

RVM            (3/07/12)