Your hair is like a sea of waves
As the moon manifests with swathes
Of hue
In my heart the sweet sensation is you
As the visions of your
Face eclipses with the moon's allure
Which blinds the mirrors of my eyes
Where the light transcends to rise
Like a ghost of light
In flight.
As your beauty turns into a reflection
Your face most eloquent in complexion
Folds into the back of my mind
Where I leave it later for me to find....

©Jack Aylward,
19th February 2004