Her silence radiates and glows,

What does it show?

Her eyes bathe you in turquoise,

Naive elegance of poise.

She's a real lady of peace,

Her beauty will never cease.

Beautiful lady, will you ever know

This feeling I can't seem to show?

Woman, woman incarnate,

Could you ever satiate

My unspoken silent desire?

Could you calm this fire?

Woman child of sun and moon,

My heart accedes to you,

Nature's lust for bloody fight

Is lost in the night.

Natural lady, you let it be

For all to see.

Wonderful lady, if only I

Could hold your eye.

Eternal woman even this verse

Is coarse and terse

Before your endlessly loving stream -

Fabrication of my dream.

To attempt the description of your presence

Is more than my heart can withstand,

Your beauty tortures my every sense

You are the nirvana of my land.

PW - 5/25/1977

more poems may be added from time to time....