SEEING THE TRUTH TROUGH FALLING STARDUST
She’s always here, even when far away—
present, but absent, in her inimitable way.
Her charismatic personality cuts through
mist, fog and far reaches of outer space.
She has classical fine bones in her face
enhanced by self-generated chiaroscuro
that looks like it was painted by Rembrandt.
All the leaves on our houseplants smile
when she enters a room filled with fans
mesmerized by her captivating charm.
I’ve always told her she’s an undiscovered star,
and ought to be in pictures. I scratch my head—
wondering why she’s dancing in the dark with me?