She waits to be painted

Rain is falling hard against my window pane

And I’m painting your face from a memory un-fading

Alone in my room on such a cool summer evening

 You stand outside on the crest of that hill watching me     

  Your soul locked away from the land of the living;  

 So alone in the rain with your ashen skin, waiting       

On the canvas your image appears from thin air

Sun light nestling on your flowing auburn hair

In your shimmering eyes I can find no despair

 But gloom I see in your cold lonely stare   

 Gently to your mouth my brush lingers  

  Wet colors I so lovingly apply

  Rosebud lips;  

  Soft ice cream smile

   Smooth and silken—

Longing for the kiss of life    

   Magic shadows now appear-- with me in the room;

I fear! 

  Seeking refuge from the gloom

No doubt

   Then the rain falls harder--crashing

   Up against my window pane  

  Comes the sudden flash of lightening

  Just when you appear before my startled vision     

  Content and smiling--sighing at your painting.