vision
vision
one day she was just there
the way a mist is there
the way a fragrance is there
on a breeze -- and as transient
delicate and graceful
soft-spoken
piercing glance of eyes
sparkled my way
in a crowd I saw
this vision
for just a moment
now gone
anonymous soul
searching for its bosom
as a homeless cloud
searches for its sky
intrigued me -- she did
but beset ~ disturbed
with disquiet
wreaked havoc ~ in my brain
no haven -- this countenance
torment more likely
taffy for the mind
it is -- potent beauty
brings inevitable fatigue
and silent words
clogged with syntax
of litanies
a dream
a wish
a perfect shot
ebbed with wane.
vcp
11 December 2016
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-12-11 at 16:50
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