If you meet her....

If you meet her,
marooned on the cusp
of love and wisdom,
hatred and forgiveness,
clutching and letting go,
minus the sinful white ,
beyond  the pious black,
in varying hues of grey.........
And ,if you meet her,
when heralds of night
confront couriers of the day ,
her eyes a-smoulder,
melting green ,a foliant blaze,
face a-wash,cadent tears,
quenching miles of thirst,
and lips , a quivering query........
Wouldya please,
ever so tenderly,
take that hand,
turn the palm upward
and softly
trace the Life Line....?