Your fingers felt the hem of your violet dress
When you first looked over at me,
And for a moment I swear the room rippled
Like water kissed by a skipping stone.
Then you spoke,
And all the watercolor rain
In every cloud between us
Began to fall,
Rinsing the beautiful stillness,
Bearing your words like notes on sheet music
Across the twirling wind,
The sweetness of roses,
The lovely taste of light.
Your smile curled at the corners like hymnals,
Bright with the glory of verse,
The joy of Christ resting on your gentle cheeks
And your eyes deeper than morning.
I stood helpless as you swept your hair behind your shoulder,
Arrested by a single sentence,
A hundred hummingbirds whirring in my chest.
For you were no mere person,
No woman on a busy street,
But starlight on the evening sea,
Melody in rosined strings,
Beauty in a violet dress.
And still, now,
As I rake the snow with my right hand,
Five fingers along the length of our front yard,
And the cold night laughs a flurry of new blankets,
I see our children dance around the staff that I have drawn,
Stepping out a chorus, leaving notes beneath their shoes,
And I know when I look up,
I’ll see my lovely wife,
And we’ll smile in quiet gladness
For the time that we’ve been given.