Shadow Rider

[virtuoso]

Following her, long coattails
no prescient markers
to trace her sentient design
without a road map, sign posts
to pinpoint her final destination
merely a shadow rider
basking in the limelight
of a lovely, but fleeting, essence

Distance measured in space
not gauged by time
the sun dial hovers
her radiance eclipses
my internal clock ticks
her beauty fibrillates

The silk trim on her, tweed coat
silver sheen from her dainty slippers
a shiny beacon to follow
free-flowing, coiffed locks
blond strings stroked by the sun
billowy waves to ferry
sharing a graceful gait
borne with polished legs
a comely stride to shadow

Chasing the elusive form
back cover of a mysterious book
without a titular font
only the colorful texture
of a seamless beauty