Violin Eyed

    

She appeared to me in pixlation ,
slowly materialising like a building
being built by a spectre ..
Her aura and power of entrancement  , now
became apparent , no sound was needed ,
to accompany the moment
as her violin eyes sufficed
for all known musical therapy .
The tone of hair captured old moments .
Her look of startle , lasered hot impressions .
This now is engraved within tissues
that make recollection ,
the cerebal can now
rely upon closed eyes , in beautiful
dark of where I always dream .