The Second Sight
I hear a sound
Behind me, soft and surreal,
Almost as if it had traveled
To me through the corridors
Of time.
I turn to look,
And that's when I see
Gorgeous hazel eyes set in a
Delicate face, seeming both arcane
And wise.
Wreathed in moonlight, she
Is more dazzling than the
Morning sun, and when she speaks,
Her voice is murmurous as
The riversong.
She looks into my
Eyes, and seems to almost
Laugh at what she sees there,
As if she had heard
My thoughts.
As she begins to
Sing in a tongue unknown
To man, her voice soft and
Sonorous, she twirls beneath the
Diamond stars.
When her song is
Done, she takes a single
Rose from her long hair, and
Gives it to me, a
Precious gift.
In all this time,
I have said nothing, stunned
At the apparition before my eyes.
With one last look, she
Is gone.
I stare at the
Grass she had stood upon,
Uncrushed by her feet, the rose
I carry the only evidence
Left behind.
My gaze drifts up
To the moon and stars,
The only witnesses that she
Had been more than just
A vision.
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