Diaphanous

A spirit encased in a spectrum so slight,
A dance of the shadows, a play of the light.
The warmth of the greys, so tenderly spun,
In Diaphanous tones, where the heart is undone.

The portrait, a whisper of beauty’s pure thread,
A testament silent to words left unsaid.
In black and in white, her soul softly gleams,
A delicate vision spun from the dreams.