Speaking to strangers in a private world
perhaps an overstatement
while lost inside a delusional affair.
This one day while standing rather alone
watched a dream enter the room
thought beyond the moment, a fantasy.
See there begins this rather sordid mystique
hers is visual wonder in his
therefore, words may be shared, understood.
Yet, then the eyes, the smile, the eyes speak
a certain passionate appeal,
he says yes, he says now, he speaks truth
Cut to the chase she says without a beat,
and he is lost for the day,
now in desperation he recalls that day.
Sweet wonder in the quiet description
of her fall evening in a window
listen to the nature of her life around her
the years we listen, we speak, we love
are inside a sudden memory,
when life returns with a silent reality.
So wonder is in a design of sweet serenity,
the loveliness of such is a passion
inside an emotional day we find sweet peace.
