I MET MERCY

                   

I met her like a wish I am scared to use

Like a dream I woke up from, it’s her not on site,

Under a wonderful Tuesday night sky, though cool

More blissful with her aside.

Yet the fear of my approach

Later is a gear I shift to pronounce my night

Her denial presence of the cold felt more like a debate fight.

The silence felt more like waiting for an applause

And though not for too long, her soothing voice

Speaks a stream of fine euphonious sounds

With my heart calm as wine, I admire her presence

I fall victim to her fragrance

One I’d compare not

Yet the odor I wish to steal

A lady about 5feet tall,

The type my heart would pound for,

Her hair is dyed gold, I vow to treasure this stone.

Different not from a star. Still, she shines alone

Every time I give a glance, her face twinkles with a smile

For a while and before I’m gone.

She held captive her fragrance

My mind wandered, has mine made quite an entrance.