The Chase

The Chase

I liked her the very moment in a crowd of sober minds,

But I didn’t love her, it was a period in time for reflection and that stands to this day,

In an admiring way, presumptuousness displays the offer, tread lightly and make fine foot prints

If I did love her for that moment it wouldn’t be an understatement, more likely energies feeds innate feelings incorporating presumptuousness at its best,

Endowment of what is superlative places no restrictions on what the hearts weaves in its fragile web,

So the sobering effects take their course if there is ever any,

Yes, strikingly touching in appearance heavenly well rounded...praised inconsistently, withered a precious expression, in madness emerges allotments tossed,

So here I’m whispers through the crowd, fine fragrance….aura secrets in disclosure, attempts silence hostage holds, a rainbow of celestial colors nothing like the Northern sphere...

I have felt the presence even when not there, I take the memory as blessings bestowed, hoping madness overtake all its commotion...a soul can ever experience in “The Chase”.

And when delirium finally arrives finds “The chase” wrapped in the square box below and all its fine prints, a portrait of consistency she never touched.
(C)

Rafael G Gonzalez
Feb.2017