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The Lady in Pink©
Dennis L. Dossett
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She calls to me nightly, this Lady in Pink,*
as the setting sun adorns her stately beauty.
Like Aphrodite awaiting the homecoming of Zeus
at the end of another day, she beckons me.
I stand at my window like a voyeur, staring,
transfixed by the Lofty Lady's majestic grandeur.
By day she wears a cloak of white and lavender, or peeks
wistfully through mists of cloud and illusion.
But in the dusk of evening she dons her nightgown of pink.
She beckons and, in my mind, I wait attentively at her side.
Her outer, pristine beauty she shares, but not her soul.
Of all her wonders, it is her soul that I most desire to know.
We are kin. I sense that, in the mists of time we were born
of the same Source. Her soul is my soul; we are both of
the Source itself. She and I so close, and yet so far apart;
what does she remember that I do not?
Mysterious and elusive, I can take neither my eyes
nor my thoughts away from her. She remains proud, aloof.
My love, as for a sister, remains platonic, spiritual,
befitting her queenly station.
And of a summer's eve she veils herself in sunset's glow.
Awaiting the last fading rays, she beckons to me,
and my heart and mind are once again captive of
The Lady in Pink.