It was a quiet night,only a few seated at the tables.
I glanced up from my soup and became transfixed,
only ten feet away, a vision as if from fables.
Blond hair hanging free, and a smile had me bewitched.
The soup cooled down, my breath became shallow,
I dare not take my eyes from this vision,
lest if fade and melt away, as does heated tallow.
All past, all present and all future need revision.
She sat alone, no eyes for me, just waiting,
My soup became cold, my mind confused.
Time stood still, life on hold, no rating,
Great Gaia stopped her spinning, a world refused.
She turned her perfection of a face and smiled,
My heart pounded in my chest, scarce contained.
Life before this moment just got filed,
She stood and greeted a hansom man, my life maimed.
About the Creator
Peter Rose
Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-
amazon.com/author/healthandfunpeterrose
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