VII

Come    
Find me now  
For I am lost  
Adrift  
In your allure  
The sweet incense of your magic    
Soft felt  
As if the stirring of a breeze  
The scent of rain  
The seeming of sweetest dreams    
   
Beguiling vagaries  
 
When did touch become a connection  
A look awake to understanding  
And moments that slip away  
Stand still  
In awe  
So aware of you  
The girl in you that the woman hides  
That slips away behind bright eyes  
Smiling promises as yet unspoken  
In warm nearness  
For what are words    
But vagrant breakers of this spell's moment  
Worlds unfolding before my eyes