In search of a golden moment

I tried to capture her whimsical beauty
With an army of sharpened pencils
She scattered away like spring-time butterflies
Yet left some pollen of smiles on my face
I tried to zoom out and find her hiding place
When I sensed her revealing whisper,
Saying simply-

I've been right here, all along,
That soft, soothing afternoon breeze,
That warming rays of sun after rain -
I'm your Indian summer,
When your writer's block steals your smile.
Don't look too deep,
For my eyes are pools of fire -
But steal a glance in a second
And feel wisdom's power
Saturate your restless soul