Lady in the Movie House

During a moment
In the darkened movie house
Of the showing of "The Postman”
A tear drop swept and wept
Down her sculpted cheek

And kissed away tasted,
This moist jewel
In the mind’s eye,
Shown a prism
Through which could be seen,
The resplendent beauty of her soul

And blended with dew drops,

Rain drops and grace,

Glimmered and swirled

Evening's early light sky,

Rose dusking the edges

Of her beautiful face.