Words fell to my ear,Something like poetry,
In harmonized tones
Subtly whispering
Fanciful possibilities
Of perpetual bliss
In this silent conversation
Somehow occurring,
I reach for her
Between fainting guises
Of incoherent murmurs
And thoughtless confessions,
As she trails along
The foremost regions
Of my imaginations intent
In oblivious nuances
As I am stuck here,
Held captive in her gaze.
Olsfred James 2016©
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