Poetry of place

First born

as it is ever so

until she arrives

with that sceptical smile

and air of invincibility

and I am carried by waves of emotion

my undoing

is by the light of the moon

a chance vision

more beautiful than perfection

and we turn to the sun

and it warms

a fiery heat

and the passion will not go

as all semblance returns

and the mystification deludes

brings another deluge down

but I will not drown

I will just sail away

together or alone

and she walks

in her dazzling light

and my eyes cannot adjust

that quick enough to speak

and without touching

she is gone