Future Girl

A poem written for someone that lives eight hours in the future.

Out of the temporal mist

A glimpse he caught

Of the future

Like none other

 

Her smile sweet

A beckoning wink

Yet wit to sharp

For a common guy

 

Separated they are

By time and space

His future

Her past

 

Pebbles will caress

As she strolls

By the sea

Only he can imagine

 

The radiance of her hair

A glowing smile

Melts the heart

As he ponders

 

By a distant shore

In the distant past

Seeing the future

If only a glance.

Author's Note

Future Girl (For Lydia)
Paul Leon Gipson (2008)

Reviews

[Chris Willits]

I liked this it caught my attention with the first line and just held me.