Moment Such as it Was.

A moment, a glance,
Hooked and addicted,
Possessed and dreaming of a face –
A beautiful face –
Such as that of my lady,
My fleeting moment princess.

Few words were audible,
Thousands more whispered by sight
And stance and posture open
With smiles and loose hands.

Signs point to attraction
Whilst brain disbelieves that assertion
Of instant connection.

But yet I wonder how poetic,
How beautiful simple in form
Such a love- if that this be -
Truly can be with so little knowledge
Of paths travelled
And rocky waters bridged over.

Alas, my brain does think feverishly –
To bed, I retire,
Your countenance my drifting wish.