Mirage








A fleeting moment

A brush of breeze

Whose fingers my face caress;

Ticklish touch running unto my nape

And unto each strand

Trail my hair




Slowly creeping

From the corners of thine cheeks;

Your smile plays

Like magic;

As we exchanged pleasantries

Like kindred spirits




Warmth unto my cheeks

A flush...

So long ago estranged.

The world stopped in the hallway

Only you and I

Its magic...




A split second,

Back to reality,

Disenchanted...

Like mist on high afternoon,

Slowly dissipate...

Alas! A mirage




Poetry by irene
Read 829 times
Written on 2007-02-20 at 15:33

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