Tribute to imagination

Her hair, like waves of tangled drapes, cascades down her back,
shimmering as she sobs.
Chosen by the moon's quivering beam, her dress reflects a
dazzling bronze into the empty night
While she buries her face into her arms in front of her on the bench. By the dim beacon of a nearby lamppost she reads again.

From an overhanging branch, the exotic bird observes the creature,
Enshrouded from head to foot in a seamless pattern of curling wispy fronds,
Molten mahogany tracing the graceful lines of a tormented soul.
A dancing partner alone with the autumn whispers.

Startled by the burst from the bird of paradise,
She watches the prideful icon, looking to its side and lauding
the night sky with its wings,
its tail extending the unified line of its beak and back
and jerking in laboured jumps to the sound of the bird's mourning.

Form, movement and voice, the simplest expressions;
Unified yet distinct, so few yet complete,
Broken in complex elegance.
A flittering moment that lasts a lifetime.

How more can the heart be spoken?