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.