Scent

Who are you, inconceivable delight?
How do you find me unexpectedly
and strike my inner core intensively                                                                                                revolving in a world that has lost sight?

The lover so close in the night                                                                                                                    is far from it, for you alone
are closeness in the dark and unbeknown
with hidden rainbow colours out of sight

Between the shadows and the dawning gleam                                                                                        you float unheard, unseen, enrapturing                                                                                                   the night-bound dreams until you land within                                                                                              a silent heart's alive and flowing stream.                                                                                                               

He who sees music in a mirror’s glance
would know and name you, if he had the chance.