Subtly she came to me, Like the wind before it kisses your face Crisp, soft, fresh wind Her dress, Ankle high, forms sensuously around her waist Soft and true as the inlaid flowers patterned on it Gently, barely it sways to brush my trousers That scent. No... aroma that fills the air so sweet as she passes A fragrance that makes your eyes gently close to dream With a turn she pauses; A pause that holds the world still in anticipation Time, distance, those eyes She sees my soul, knows my dreams and holds my future It’s but a glance. A soft moment in time, but... Those eyes. I turn to see a child dancing, her long brown hair so free Singing as she tosses flowers through the air The wind blows, the aroma fades, My dreams touch the horizon © 1997 james olmos o_jimmy@yahoo.com This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page