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)
(C)
Rafael G Gonzalez
Feb.2017
Feb.2017
