My Dream Woman

I stood by the pictures, watched her paint
A little shadow here, a splash of colour
The muted light cast a mellow glow
Her fingers as they deftly moved
Biting her bottom lip, lost in thought
Bhavya, the ink on the placard spelled
I stood beside her, watching her work
The colours along with light as they moved
Casting images, creating illusions
The brushes dipped in paint sang my symphony
The dirtied, swirling water mirrored my random feelings
I stood by her side how long I know not
She continued her work, lost in thought
I slowly walked away, the exhibition ended
And as I rode home on my horse
The black mane dancing, long tail swishing
I thought of her riding by my side
A stranger she was, my unsung poem
Touching my heart, with her colourful tools
I knew not if I'll ever see her again
To praise her, to know her, to see her paint
Dejected I awoke from my deep slumber
Wondering if I see her, do I be spooked or do I rejoice
For she'd then be my dream woman who just came to life...