Lady Da Vinci

Standing by the window ..

Searching for visions in the past ..

was a maiden in white

Pouring a memory on to the easel

Quill in hand .. and wrinkle on the forehead

she brushed away the sleep

of the night ..

As she set poetry in motion...

The lake and the mountain held no allure ..

Nor the faces and the sounds closeby

Unaware of the moonlight kissing her cheeks

or the wind raising her hair in a symphony

the colours convulsed in an unrestrained orgy

The strokes ended as the night eased by..

She stood back to look

to watch for the first time

a slice of the past

imprisoned for the future..

A smile later she walked away ..

searching for more captives of her past