Gossamer Girl

Crying echoes

And sad shadows

Where

Holy memory’s

Quiet dance

Still lives

Her seething body

An afterglow

Lighting

Church walls

This tall

Quiet

Beauty

Ghostly

In her hands

I curled

A mind

On permanent

Record

To recall

Her silhouette

In a gossamer

Dress

Sandals

Tied to floating feet

To beat

Her breasts

Drifted across

Old eyes

Tired eyes

Once lost

Brightened

Heightened

Intensified

Not a word

Or smile

Just her look

Simply that

She was my book

That summer day

It closed

That was all

It took

The shook

And shake

Of it

My mind

Still lives

On that lawn of life

Each blade of grass

Witness

To her power

To tower above

All other love

That will last

A lifetime

To chime daily

Together

Back then

The past

I wish I had know

Back then

When

I was not steady

Or ready

A chance

Her dance

Was different

It’s otherworldly

Trance

Silenced

The few

Allowed

To sit upon

Her pew

She knew

To sift

Through

Silt,

Dirt

And hurt

In hazy streams

She panhandled

Emotions

Her prospector

Soul

Moulding memories

For sure

With those

Pure in

Truth

And travels

Light

Bright

Then darkness

And once

More fell

To yell

And scream

Just left with dreams

The warmth

Of those summer embers

I still dance

With memory

Always

Two steps

Behind

Sometimes

At night

In the forest of

My mind

She breathes

And sighs

Closing eyes

I can almost

Feel her thighs

Even now

Her slow

Breath

Sighs

And even now

It’s still a surprise

How close

Memory moves

Those

Lush,

Warm

Blinding

Alleyways and lanes

Of old moments

Grow stronger

And last longer

As each day collides

With the tilt of memory’s head

Of her fragrance

In sun flower fields

My long reach into a warmer yesterday

Each day

Awake

With a hope

She’ll say

Ok