Your Face

The song of your face has played
Long before I ever knew you

Voiced by the warmth of your eyes
A Canon, two Oscines singing

Of mornings bright with evergreen
Rendering the notes antebellum:

Aloft above the birth of my heart,
A palace to the camber of your look

You took to writing the passage
For each note a Message –

Scoring the light of choice
Again the loving tableau of you

Composed by your voice of color
Sweet modulate, a tempo of rhythm

Your smile a sensuous renaissance to
The Evening you’ve just performed.

© K. James Ribble