Poetry: Alabaster Sky

Where sky kisses water and deep purple blushes the sky,
She sits on crystal sand, dreaming the islands appearing in the blue,
Though one hint, one notion, lurks behind wistful eyes,
Though as beautiful as the sun setting before her, she wishes companionship.

Grace untaught by mortal hands, lurking ever so close to immortal beauty,
She does the mundane; simple actions that give simple pleasure,
The world sees what it chooses and stands shamed in her presence,
Not unlike the unruly schoolboy, scolded for being so immature.

Beauty seen in all eyes but her own, dark pools of brown diamonds
Sparkle on an alabaster face, stunning the watchers into statues,
Or should since the precious gems they long for sit closer than the stars,
Shimmering in the sky, where the water embraces the night.

Who cannot see the beauty? The wild abandon she brings?
What gods give us this gift? Nameless though they should be praised?
You will find her, gowned in the twilight velvet of night and
Embraced by the heavenly bodies themselves, shining on her alabaster skin.

Be not turned back from her, though paradise lurk, ever vigilant,
Behind that radiant smile, one that starts the sunrise anew,
And give her your heart and she will do the same, though you must earn it truly,
She is a gift from above and to be blessed to be with one such as she,
Is the greatest gift, indeed.