The Atelier Poem by Peter Lee

Thou passed by, thy smile dancing,
But, look, the sun gave up its light
Where Night arrived.
Thy ivory face's hiding.

Thy figure, fainter and fainter,
Seemed to me, touched thy shadow.
While the streetlight over waved cold,
Afterglow followed looser.

Looser, as well, felt my heart,
My blush waned and my words shattered.
Waxed though thine, that seized the painter
And my dreams' color, my heart.

It's the First time I faced my vacant atelier,
And I wondered, if my paint were sold clear.