Nature of you—
Moody magic
You are
Manner that comes
And goes
Like the fickle wind
Draws gray
A sunny May,
Street made wet
To a rippling puddle night,
Perpetual illusion of
An instant-long
Delusion,
You inebriate me with
Your ephemeral
Beauty,
Dilution of my reality
You linger in a
Risen dispersion,
Phantasmal spiral of
Day’s end,
Twilight brings me its
Drink of
What’s left of inspiration,
Pulsing
Latent residue of a
Glassy yearn
Once more realization of
What’s left,
Tangent born within
Impetus of
Wayward souls
That gives purpose to
Awakening dawn
©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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