by the quivering light

I
by the quivering light
of purple and gold
coloring the cheeks
of her darkening skies
the old lady
caressing her countenance
in the gossamer of a window
pane painted
a smile
on her wrinkled lips
once the soft petals
of a rosebud
kept moist by dewdrops
of fiery desires

II
she drew the curtains
with her lithe
gnarled hands
shunning the trickle
of dewdrops
staining her cheeks
purple

III
outside
the dying light
succumbs
to the prodding darkness

IV
by the quivering light
of stars entangled
in the billowing wind
a young lady
sails across her ocean
ablaze
with rose blossoms
and reaches to touch
her silken lips
brushing past
the moist maiden
skin of her hands

V
a goddess reborn
by the quivering light
of the dying

VI
she could have been
happier though
had her delicate hands
been a little more
smaller

VII
the hands of a lady
by the quivering light
of a fancy