Lost Chances

Lost Chances On a crowded Christmas Street, I saw her something of the way she walked, I sensed her perfume I hurried after she touched her shoulder, alas it was not her, not the woman of my dreams. I said sorry; she smiled and said that was ok. in her brown-warm eyes, I saw a hint of invitation alas, I was in love with the mythical one, said sorry again flapped my wings and flew into the night sky to seek her among the stars. In the cold outer space, I realized she was a seraph and I, earthling; I flew back to earth looking for the brown-eyed one, but she was gone.