on the back of my eyelids
slide 1
her eyes send a smile
weaving past strands of
hair - highlights an' all, tossed
back without a care
- finds me, greets me
like a little
school boy, her
little school boy
slide 2
slim ankles play hide and seek
with the duvet as a
slender
finger traces patterns
on my nose which
wrinkles and shies away
like forget me nots
slide 3
sleepy morning - I clutch in vain
at wisps of gossamer dreams -
suddenly calm spreads
a kiss alights
gently on my forehead
or perhaps
another intangible strand of
unravelled dreamscape
slide 4
a song, a song, my
heart swells up in
angst of days gone by and
youth blown away
but then her face
breaks surface and smiles
at me from the inside
... immaculate
indelible ...
... incandescent
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