Lovely katherine

Night air lively roaming streets fueled with eyes reaching watching hands lovely speaking. She talks beautifully arrested only by her pauses of breath filled promise. Her voice captures me and takes me on a journey where time freezes everyone in the room. She is alone sitting perfect with a sly delightful smile when I'm not looking knowing shes captured my imagination. Her eyes green slits of painful longing she prays for god spilled hope. This night I want to go up to her and tell her how lovely her hands are while she sips from a tall cup. Can I tell her how lovely her peaceful smile and elegant voice has captured me on this night or should I walk away in pent up retreat. If I could put my words onto a canvas of how she looked it would paint beauty of water falling on moss covered rock unaltered by time. Shes lovely as a summer morning sunday silence sleeping with bells waking religous spirit. Beautiful katherine.