Wisp

Hardly noticing at first
From the corner of my eye,
Soft flame lightly flickering,
Dancing on a candlewick.
And you are in the afterglow,
Or are you just a whisper?
A wistful wisp of saffron
Gently coloring my world.

Fortunate indeed to have
The pleasure of your favor
If only for the briefest instant
In this restless life.
Yielding to the certainty that
Nothing is forever,
Clinging to the moment to
Create a memory.

Crease the vein of fond remembrance,
Foster every treasure,
Cherish every fleeting glance
As though it were the last.
Let there be a thousand nights
Of grateful meditation
When the winsome wisp of you
Causes me to smile.

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