she walked in like ghost mist

she walked in like ghost mist hovering over a lagoon.
her voice soothed me
like moonlight in autumn
when it is captivated by bird calls in her evening

we spoke of cuisine and restaurants while walking past boutiques.
she touched me with the hand of an old soul.
a thousand year old vision of our first meeting,
during another lifetime,
in another world
reeled my mind in concentric circles
and i found myself
struggling to regain the moment.

the street lights wash the azure,
cirrus clouds whip the air,
a saxophone marries a couple on a corner,
traffic pauses under the signal light.

her stride slows
as we near the marquis on Cary
she remembers something silently
her eyes darken
her hand, in mine, we round the corner
and tour the next neighborhood.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very romantic piece...reminds me of a couple of people, and they too are ghosts now....but their spirits often still walk with me to places i go...and i am grateful to still have them with me in some sense.
j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Sounds mystic and romantic to me....