🩷 She Moves Like Music 🩷 Poem by James McLain

She moves like music through the trembling night,
A rhythm soft as moonlight on the sea,
Her voice a murmur in the velvet dark,
A secret song that only sings for me.

Her eyes, two stars that pierce the night,
Hold mysteries that make my heart take flight,
Her hands, like shadows, brush against my skin,
And in their touch, a thousand fires begin.

She whispers dreams that stir his sleeping dawn,
With every breath, she fills the air with fire,
A flame that dances in the cool night breeze,
Her very presence lights my soul's on fire.

She is his sun, the night, the endless stars,
The world is small beside her endless grace,
And I, a mortal, lost within her arms,
Find heaven's light within her warm embrace.