He thought her an angel,
Fey like and faerie in his mind
So Ethereal she all but floated.
It made her the woman of his dreams

As vapor trails the breath on a foggy day
So with her, a sense of gossamer veils
Faint and feminine but strong

With strength of silk spun by spiders
His muse, had the stuff
Drifting high on his cloudy pedestal

No earth could hold her
nor iron will
no mold could form her sky