A Moment, a Glance

She strode past in silence A waif of a beauty Her stance bore an innocence though her her eyes shown with impurity Was it her hands, pliant and delicate, that drew this devil's eye? To have simply caught a glimpse of her was fortunate Even now, the moment our eyes met makes my heart sigh I watch her walk out of my life without exchanging a word A possible course of life I will never know I now go back to a life that now seems absurd Never to get to see where our lives would go