A Woman In Love Poem by Deva De Silva

She sits in shadow; in semi-dark
Her face reflecting calmness
As she meditates silently
In unwavering mindfulness

Her eyes attuned and glazed
A spirited moth destined for greatness
Dancing in the bright light of a lamp
Relentless and confident of its feat

She feels his presence so distinctly
Though far off, in another world
She yearns for his presence deeply
Untouched by times that passed since

A world lost that doesn't exist
Immersed in dark waters deep
To her it's only a stone's throw away
Where she can reach out and touch

Masterful and precise in the art
She weaves her perfect world
Where broken dreams restore
Broken hearts mend as you go

He stands dazzling, smiling
She loves stirringly and reverently
In a world turned mute, alive, nostalgic
In a perfect world alongside him

She is no more present
Immersed in everyday
His face played and replayed
Each instant brighter
And urgent than afore
In her pining heart
Weaving a perfect world
She sits in the dark
In unwavering mindfulness.