Silent Adoration
Like a portrait delirious gone hazy
in a world of dream-like reverie,
my vision of you awakens
when I thought days were was asleep
in long brushstrokes of evenings untold--
yet, that instance when
my gaze fondled the sway
of your frock drifting on an easel
among roses--- how silent
this is, my distant adoration.
Brian Strand Contest, 241
25th Nov 2016
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