A Girl in White

Every atom of your body

Is made of white flecks of clouds,

Or of the flying remnants of a withering

Flower; your image in white is lurking

In the atmosphere;

I am enamoured of your ethereal presence,

Knowing fully well that you are a part of

My unending dream; but your magic

Keeps me spellbound to the core

Of my lovelorn heart;

The maddening aroma of your beautiful persona,

Wafts over the gentle winds,

Blowing from east to west and north to

South, sometime oblivious of their natural course;

The gossamer-like silhouettes of your silver linings

Will vanish at any moment, leaving

Behind the blood scars on my tender heart,

Never to be obliterated by the soft brushes of time;

Let me enjoy, till then, a more intent look,

At your enchanting beauty.