She

Her smile is quick and brilliant
Her eyes have a seductive stare
Her hands can caress a body
In ways that create magic and dreams
But when your eyes open she might not be there.

Her body moves quickly and lithely
With a grace that cuts through the air
Her head tilts a bit when she listens
Her eyes flash when she's in the right mood
But when your eyes open she might not be there.

Decisive and sure are her footsteps
Of the community she wants to take care
Never forgetting herself in all this
She protects fiercely moments and connections
But when you open your eyes she might not be there.

What a glorious life might be led
With imagination and beauty as traditional fare
How can I capture the essence and keep it with me
So that when I look in the mirror
I could open my eyes and still see her there?