Felicity is
Sand to the beach
Warmth to the sun
Light to the stars

A stream of my conciousness
I saw her once
In a girls self portrait
So real - surreal

She wore a beige scarf
As I'd never imagined
Her hair was dark
Yet at times she's blonde

Like light through a prism
She dazzles and changes
Form and colour flow freely
Yet my mind can hold her

Tonight she seems near
My thoughts touch her
An abstracted image
That flows through my pen

These are the moments
Parallel to reality
A happier place
An altered condition

Multi dimensional
She's my Lowry's 'Ann'
And tonight I am wrapped
In Felicity's arms

When she leaves me
I know she'll return
And I'll practice the ways
To call out her name.