I Met Her Walking

I met her walking

Her wonderful sense of

Humor on the edge of

The place where I dream,

In that space where one

Moves instantaneously

Among the worlds of

Illusional realities faster

Than the light romancing

The diamonds she

Wore like star drops ,

Her flowing silk

Slipped away like

Clouds whisked astray

By wind and her kiss

Of the full body kind

Engraved the letters

In my mind that she

Was shy and awake

On earth would not

Remember our

Encounter.

Stephen Nesbitt ©