‘Mystic Days’
I see you, a shadow in my mind,
Like a half remembered dream,
Drifting in the periphery
Of my consciousness
I glimpse you in the sunlight,
Like a song floating in the air
That cannot be captured,
Yet so sweetly enraptures me
My mind hesitates,
To escape the illusion of you
Your un-summoned presence,
That embraces my heart
Until again you vanish,
Like petals in the wind
The turbulence in your wake,
Tearing the tranquillity of my reverie
Yet stay my sweet
In my loving longings,
That we again can be
In our world together
By
Mary Cecil
to your mind...
Always,
Deborah
Ron
vivid sentiments ...
Hugs, Diana...
Donna