In Between Things

My mysterious beauty

I have not yet seen you on

My Gothic journey, but I

Have heard whispers about

You, not sure if they are from

Yesterday or tomorrow,

Like thoughts that arrive

In between things, they

Mesmerize for lifelong

Seconds then dart away

Leaving an empty echo,

Teasing like the last wisps

Of your perfume on your

Unannounced, unexpected

Visits in the night.

Stephen Nesbitt ©