A vision in the missed

A vision in the missed

She passed, glanced, excused, smiled, went.
A single taste of nectar.
To see that face is as light, first fallen on the heart,
a pearl amongst the swine crowd,
a flame in arctic night.

Did your moment chance upon those eyes of whirling blue?
Oceans seen from the lonely void.
Life, glazed in Summer, set in feline perfection,
diamonds in firelight,
exhibits of joy, to see.

Her brow, without the steps upon which sorrow sits,
soft, untouched by fear or time, or you.
No anger ever ploughed with tears this skin,
This silken landscape,
This surface whisper.

Did that hair ride air within your space as by she poured?
A rosewood ribbon train, sirocco sweet.
Swathes that graced and grazed your face amazed.
Downy as a newborn angel's wing,
strong, shining, light.

That smile, so right, polite, so rare yet handed out,
rearranging elegance for you.
Full, pink, pouting, perfect, miles wide made always new.
No gesture this, or kiss,
it lingers while it melts

A word, perhaps, passed warmly from those lips?
Gentle, deep, serene meaning.
To think, she thanked you as she blessed your life,
your world has gained a peak,
your dreams a face to paint.

Hold on to this, ask nothing evermore of lady luck.
A chance glance, given, gone.
I know these moments, torments for the few, but suffer not
My moment stays, always
The lady lives with me.