She appears just at dusk
drifting in from the shadows
One knows not where her
origin or destination lies.
She remains nameless
yet has the face
that drifts into the dreams of every man.
Who is this breath taking beauty?
This angel of the night
that mysteriously appears
and then is gone.
Is it only I that see her
as she weaves through
the dimly lit streets?
I follow her staying in the shadows
as to remain unnoticed.
She fills my every dream
She enters my every thought
She is my heart felt desire ...
She then gives but
a backward glance over her shoulder
slipping back into the shadows
and she's gone ...
My Lady of Mystery
ღ KKD ღ
Original by
Donna DeLong Matthews
August 2002
nicely presented in poetic prose. The dream lady who haunts young mens dreams. But Ideals are just that you have to settle for something less in the long run.
Now that's poetry
This one certainly held me right to the end, and it wasn't just the pretty lady
Very nice pen, I wish I could write like that
Thanks for sharing Ray { Not a Poet }
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