OUT OF A CLEAR BLUE SKY
Out of a clear blue sky;
out of a smooth ripple-free pool -
stealing the light and air,
she stands with arms outstretched.
Your heart stops and your breath is caught,
and nothing else exists: She is your future.
You have to watch her eyes.
In dreams you might escape their pull,
but in the magnitude of the moment;
in that inescapable event,
you are bound by an ancient
and unspoken charter: Having looked, you are bound.
She wants you to hold her;
hold her slender wrinkle-free hand;
feel her cool triumphant grasp.
Captured. Taken … in the nick of time.
Escape is quite impossible.
There is no going back: Time cannot be replayed.
Some have waited so long
that this moment when it arrives
is nothing but a delightful celebration.
For them, she glows with promise;
a beauty without equal…
as, for certain, she is beyond comparison.
For me? Shall I avoid
her eyes, avoid her grasping touch?
Shall I struggle with my breath and strike hard
upon my breast and heart?
A vain refusal it would be…
For Madam De’Ath chooses her own time.
© Griffonner 2024
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