
I see her sail towards me draped in blue
Dusk lighting her fine face like porcelain
A living breathing poem here forsooth,
Could I but stop time here and now again
All around becomes irrelevant
As softly on her form I rest my gaze
This angel who from Heaven hath been sent
To give me bliss and take my breath away
The evening breeze invites her hair to dance
And how I want to hold her close to me
As Summer heat suggests to me the chance
To greet the night together tenderly
Her eyes azure meet mine with a spark
I gasp and all my hope is in my throat
As time stood still, the sky will soon be dark
The time is now to tell her what I know
Sweet Siren would my chance with you be slimmer
Were you not my own reflection in the mirror?
Copyright 2021 Zoe Xanadu




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