Deep Green Sea

The wind blowing cold, across frozen earth
Slate grey sky seemingly for days on end
A frost covering every surface within my site
No escape at all, such that I could transcend

An endless winter it is, no chance for spring
My hope freezing over, my soul is on ice
A thaw beyond concept, far away from my thoughts
Yet what brings me here, is worth any price

The bustle of the cafe, alien words bespoken
A quiet spot in the back, an open table I seek
Only coffee for me, paper and charcoal in hand
Equipment enough for the upcoming week

I shuffle through parchment, to find a clean sheet
My pallet of charcoals extensive and new
The green of her eyes challenged all sets before
So complex their chroma, value, and hue

I could lose days getting the color just right
The green shown of grasses and mosses at times
The kind in the forest after long summer rains
When the dew clings to leaves of lianas and vines

Every day she comes in, I’m always transfixed
Impossible to channel all of the visions in me
To describe her in words, such an arduous task
This elegant baroness, with her glass of chablis

She glides to her table, it’s always the same
Just away from the crowd, as if giving her space
Her dress is impeccable, every detail refined
Made of the finest silk, velvet, tulle, and lace

She adjusts her view and catches my stare
For a moment I’m trapped in the expanse of her gaze
In my efforts to capture the splendor of her
I’ll have wasted much charcoal and numerous days

For weeks I’ve been here, every bitter cold day
Though when first I saw her, a fortnight ago
I knew she would impact my life in some way
So I set out to capture, the gem of this borough

She knows I exist, or she lets me think that she does
How could she not? My table littered with tries
By now I think she humors me to see me complete
To see if I can capture the spell in those eyes

But every day is a gift when she comes into view
I see her straight umber hair parted perfectly center
Her rouged lips do accentuate this porcelain doll
Her presence I feel right away for when she does enter

The garment is tailored to meticulous detail
Her bias gown perfectly adorning her shape
Floating angelically, as the crowd parts her way
Her path leading to me, I am loathe to escape

If my table looked inviting, I don’t know for whom
A mass of papers and charcoals have littered my space
Unfazed she sits down, across from my work
Which suggest an obsession for drawing her face

She whispers her name, inquiring then of mine
As we chat I’m drawn into those emerald eyes
I learn she’d watched me for weeks, compelling each return
Wanting to see my vision, which I would daily agonize

For hours we would talk, and I’d share with her my work
All the attempts to capture, that which I see within her
Now so close, I see beauty, that which I never could draw
With elegance and grace, she is so sweet and demure

All this time, I thought I was the only observer
Yet she came in here as well, with an interest in me
To beguile or be beguiled, we both played this game
Still I’m hopelessly adrift in her deep green sea

The wind blowing warmer now, as frost gives way to life
What was endless has ended, and the sun shines anew
Slate grey which had reigned, are now skies of azure
A different perception of this world has come into my view

My sketch book thus retired, my drawings are no more
The essence of beauty I wished to capture, at this cafe
More beautiful than any designer, fabric, or style
Nor a high fashion model on a Parisian runway

What began with two strangers from far away places
A conversation acquainted us, a connection was cast
Souls from worlds apart would not otherwise unite
One never to be known, had this cafe I did pass

So today is a day, I never once saw arriving
We walk hand in hand through the gardens of rose
Her green eyes now always fixated on mine
Our season moves past the thaw of the long winter snow