☆°▪︎ A BREATHLESS BOOK OF RAPTURE AND RHYME (A MAYA OF THE MIND) ▪︎°☆

How

many,

.

many

times

.

h

a

v

e

.

I

.

wanted

.

t

o

.

feel

.

s

o

.

feverishly

fine?

.

.

.

How

many,

.

many

times

.

h

a

v

e

.

I

.

wrapped

.

a

n

d

.

warmed

.

myself

.

i

n

.

the

.

wistful

wish

.

o

f

.

that

.

wondrous

wine?

.

.

.

 ~ your

eyes

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

Your

eyes

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

Your

eyes

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

served

.

i

n

.

style,

with

.

a

.

candlelight

smile . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

done

anything . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

been

anyone . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

gone

anywhere . . .

.

.

.

t

o

write

.

e

v

e

n

.

one,

lousy,

lustful

line

.

i

n

.

your

.

breathless

book

.

o

f

.

rapture

.

a

n

d

.

rhyme . . .

.

.

.

I

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

done

anything . . .

.

.

.

I

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

been

anyone . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

gone

anywhere . . .

.

.

.

just

.

t

o

.

take

.

t

h

a

t

.

fanciful

flight . . .

.

.

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

high . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

went

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

high . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

i

t

.

went

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

higher,

.

t

h

a

n

.

high . . .

.

.

.

i

n

the

maya

.

o

f

.

my

mind . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

now

.

a

s

.

the

.

years

begin

.

t

o

.

slip,

.

a

n

d

.

slide,

.

a

n

d

.

glide

.

o

n

.

by . . .

.

.

.

I

.

l

o

o

k

.

behind,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

come

.

t

o

.

realize . . .

.

.

.

I

.

l

o

o

k

.

behind,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

it

comes

.

a

s

.

no

surprise . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

comes

.

a

s

.

no

surprise

right

now

.

a

s

.

I

.

realize

.

t

h

a

t

.

time

.

w

a

s

.

kind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ time

.

w

a

s

.

kind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

time

.

w

a

s

.

kind

.

a

l

l

.

that

while . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

a

t

.

while,

when

.

I

.

w

a

s

.

blind . . .

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

I

.

w

a

s

.

blind

.

a

l

l

.

that

while,

when

time

.

w

a

s

.

kind . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

today

.

y

o

u

r

.

eyes

r ~ e ~ a ~ c ~ h

.

f

o

r

.

mine . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

today

.

y

o

u

r

.

eyes

r ~ e ~ a ~ c ~ h

.

f

o

r

.

mine . . .

.

.

.

wrapping

.

a

n

d

.

warming

me

.

i

n

.

the

.

wistful

wish

.

o

f

.

that

.

wondrous

wine . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

wistful

.

wish

.

o

f

.

that

.

wondrous

wine

.

s

o

.

fine

.

a

n

d

.

divine

.

i

n

.

its

time . . .

.

.

.

eyes,

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

served

.

i

n

.

style,

with

.

a

.

candlelight

smile . . .

.

.

.

Eyes,

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

Eyes,

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

Eyes,

.

wanting

mine . . .

.

.

.

after

.

a

l

l

.

this

time . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

time

.

w

a

s

.

kind,

.

a

l

l

.

the

while

when

.

I

.

w

a

s

.

blind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

time

.

w

a

s

.

kind

.

a

l

l

.

that

while . . .

.

.

.

s

o

all

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

do

.

right

now

.

i

s

.

smile

.

a

n

d

.

sigh . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sigh

.

a

n

d

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

I

.

smile

.

a

n

d

.

sigh . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sigh

.

a

n

d

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

I

.

smile

.

a

n

d

.

sigh . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sigh

.

a

n

d

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

I

.

smile

.

a

n

d

.

sigh . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sigh

.

a

n

d

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

softly

decline.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2021 where the contemplator looks back on a romantic infatuation with someone who awed and consumed him/her for many, many years. The contemplator meets up with the person again years later and comes to realize there is nothing left – either he/she or the person of affection (or both) had changed to the point there was no hint of a spark or attraction remaining. I used the song “Rhythm of the Night” by Corona to play in the background at low volume to help create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.