Lost

She walked up to me

coated with vibrant colors, 

placed a flaming kiss

upon my cheek

and vaporized in the air,

filling the sudden 

and tragic emptiness

of this world

with the everlasting trace

of once blissful light. 

And I just sat there, waiting,

trying to catch

the last few fiery atoms

left of her existence

with my desirous palms.

My eyes, 

dead since the moment

of her gracious abrupt departure 

fed on the pale silhouette 

of the unworldly glance

which still today

trots through my unsteady mind.

The glance, 

which I thought

was the only lonely thing

keeping me sane

and tied to the ground

is, in reality, 

the root of my insanity. 

Author's Note

Advice, opinions, and critique are welcome.

Reviews

[Kaitlynn A. Black]

I really enjoyed this! It captures to clearly the wanderlost feeling of seeing something so wonderous and then having it vanish from our grasp. Like tease of fate upon the mind that then spirals in wishes and dreams for that moment to return and that vision to last.

Love it! XO - Kate

[ron]

Very nice. I love this poem, well done.

[A. Amos]

Simply brilliant...............bravo

[The Spirit Chaser]

Thank you. :)

[Ai Lun]

The rhyme is so clear that I can almost imagine you reading it aloud! and the meaning is great too, memories are truly sometimes the worst thing, because they remind us of what we lack at the present.