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.