It was something
So delicate
A balance sublime
Intricate lace woven
Over time

It was something
You said
With your eyes
That reached my soul

It was something
Waiting just over
My window sill
A bird that lit upon my open hand

It was something
On the edge of my mind
A tease of pleasure
Glowing behind clouds

Beyond my reach now
It was something
It really was
As I recall



By Diane E. Dockum
©September 16, 2021

Posted April 6, 2023