Quiet is the Evening, Peace is full of Soul

A quiet evening, all who came to play are sleeping.  The ghost of the silence comes from the world of shadow, of mystery and pain.  It is this exclusive silence where creativity reigns.  The winds wash away our sorrows just like sin is cleansed by divine love.  We all wish for our dreams to come true, and yet there is a modicum of fear.  Can you feel the bliss, call the spirit and make the Muse yours?  Shower on me the radiance of joy, the transcendence of love and the redemption by her kiss.  I see her and all the answers are explained.  There are the small moments we share together when all seems right.  There are the moments away from her when all is not.  I cry tears from her memory, when she smiled good night last night.  I was left with the residue of her perfume, her poignent little beauty that she doesn't even realize and the way she briskly walks because she's running late.  It's like dancing.  When a woman has her own style, an independence from forced fashion, and a voice that is unique unto itself, she has grace.  

She has true beauty and her beauty is sublime.