Framed...

The thick smoke,
Lined her eyes,
Doe eyed beauty-
They glittered in the twilight.

As the moon peeped in,
Basking her in the moon light,
She looked up,
Smoky eyes turning silvery,
Brightest stars,
They did shy away.

Sitting across the lake,
Her feet toying around,
In the placid lake,
Ripples, breaking her image stark.

The night sky alluring,
The gentle murmurs,
From across the forests deep,
Nocturnal life, awake.
Admiring the picture-
The twilight beauty, ethereal.

Dark forest lush- nature's frame,
The subtle elegant reflection,
Basking in the twilight- she.

Ah! Framed,
In my eyes,
Ever!