A Remembrancer
Lady of White,
Her Winter's majesty has been graced by your hand.
In subtle ways,
And on forgetful days,
Your gifts illuminate the night -
For you have a twinkle in your eye,
From the stardust in your soul,
And everything your magic touches
Shines like the heavens.
Lady of White,
Your fleecen fingers, that of crest-fallen snow;
They bestow reverence in the bonds you sow.
And how then shall your face be framed in reverie?
With the letters of you name,
And the silent lines of your lips;
With your eyes all a-flame,
And by the curvature of your hips.
C. William Carroll