Wind Chime Woman

She has such an innocence,
I hurt to look at her:
Those beautiful features torment my sleep.
I'd day-dream forever:
Her crystalline laughter,
Her wonderful words and her splendid physique.

I plan chance encounters,
Passing her in the hallway,
She smiles politely: nods her head at me.
Though she is quite silent,
I can almost hear her:
Her timbre rings through in a fine harmony.

The most delicate porcelain,
Can hardly compare with her,
Imagine a wind chime so tranquil, yet poised;
You'd wait for her, shake for her,
Enter debate for her,
If you could imagine her near perfect voice.


"So many women want to be corrupted, and so few are chosen!" Colette