Visage Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I scanned the streets and I assured my senses;
My unbridled emotions in this wildest heart of mine,
Of safeness form encounter's fear;
For now-a-days, I fear to hope, and
I cannot seek his sight no more.
Then a sudden tenderness, a warmth of tone
Grew subtly gentle nuances within my voice,
As if divinity found its throne upon my soul.
Beguiled in bewilderment I stood amidst
A blockage in the course of traffic,
Forced to glance my sight on my right side:
Too late to feign indifference…
His gentle visage before my way—dumbfounded!
A visage amidst the crowd, gazing with ecstatic eyes:
Into his memories, into our love, into my eyes…
So unexpectedly rose…and rosy was
In July's dusky light of golden-rose…
Supple fingers pressed upon his lips:
Could have been resting, or, perhaps delivering a kiss…
Magnetized, with avid eyes, I immortalised Visage!
Awed in splendour of light, and love revived,
I sublimely, mesmerizingly drifted into our romance…
A melancholic face amidst the golden sunrays:
So dear to me a face, so long I gazed upon, so long ago…
The endearing feature that I hold in mind;
The elusive lover he has become…
In a fraction of a second, that gentle look
Profoundly grew, flourishing our love fugitive,
Timidly within my heart; in that fleeting moment,
Vanished was the world around us, and we remained:
Embalmed in a static serenity and bliss!

Fascinating apparition neutralising the mundane…
A flicker of love, blazing and brightening
An ordinary summer-day into extraordinary;
Allowing a window wide-open into everything
Thought shattered by time, scattered in amnesia.
I looked, and I bathed my thirsty heart into his look,
Holding dearly that gossamer, wistful image
As a talisman for my future-days, as company.
Long shall I carry it in here, inside my heart;
This precious intimity engraved into my memory:
For seeing him, it is like a rainbow of sunrays
Driving away a heavy cloud of rain,
Gathered around my heart in his absence.
Its sweetness shall accompany my frailty of heart,
All future starry skies that I may gaze upon,
Dreaming dreams of him beneath the moonlight.
Any future spumous agitation of the ocean,
With its gentle breeze that may caress my face,
Whispering nostalgic notes of aestival exuberance
Abundant with songs, smiles, and reveries;
Innocence and imagination, idyll and exaltation;
With all the butterflies I felt, but, feared to fly:
I adore Love's glorious grace of beauty and sublime!
Embracing the mystical magic of closeness in absence,
Measuring our love with an elastic heart
Across distance and time—a steadfast endurance;
A broad vision of complexity, a spiritual yearning…
As this affectionate tenderness dispersed subtly
Through every unknown fibre of my being:
And it flew…it flew to times only known by us:
It flew back to us!

I think I saw his face today…