I sat in my lonely chair
On the porch, overlooking the fields
Watching eternities shrink to countable years
And awaiting a return
She finally appeared, walking like the wind
the robes on her swaying the way she did
Flexible as the sand, I felt her smooth self
But didn’t hold on to her
Like mercury she took shape, and escaped her being as quickly
She was around me like a rock
But the next moment she disappeared likea forgotten angel
I saw her in dreams later, she was made for them
In reality, though, she was more of a mirage
