Mustapha Gwary

At The Sight Of Beauty

I have lost my sight
I'm love blind
My inner eye of the soul
Has lost its sight
I saw an image
But it was as if it was a mirage
The image my eyes conjured
Has vanished before me
Is it really a mirage?
Shouldn't i ask my eyes
In vain i summon
The sight of my inner eyes
To sprightly re-conjure the image
It brought before me
My eyes could scan and pick her out
Even if she stands among a hundred rare gems
Like her

Now the image gone before me
My eyes in vain
My veins in pain
Tries to trace her
Overtaking every SHE it saw
Scrutinising throughly
To pick her out
Where ever she is

I was nonchalantly walking
Reluctantly looking
Without paying attention to my surroundings
But my reconnoitering glances
Left nothing unobserved
Instantaneously my eyes fall upon her
Unswervingly fixed were my eyes on her
My gaze couldnt shift
For i did not glance
I looked
Petrified i was
At the sight of her
Not able to shift my eyes
Unable to withdraw my gaze
On the most beautiful head spinning creature
I have ever set my eyes on
I was transfixed
Petrified in motion
Stupified in thoughts
There i stood frozen and speechless
In the presence of the image i thought was a mirage
An image i thought my eyes conjured
But true it was
She is real and not an illusion
That is making me dillusional
Wow! Was all I could say.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 25, 2008

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