3rd Impressions

An old "flame", seldom seen, utterly unreliable, but never forgotten...

He fascinates me.

Like a hearth-fire on a winter's night,

Or a silent beacon of candle light;

Like a moth, I'm drawn against my might

To his burning.

He fascinates me.

Like a glorious peacock on display,

Or the sunset of a perfect day;

Like a child, I stand in awe and gaze,

Then he's gone.

He fascinates me.

Like the constantly inconstant sea,

Or a delicate bud on a mighty tree;

Like the fool I am, I yearn to be

Joined with these.

He fascinates me.

Like the wind that takes my breath away,

Or a rainbow's gift to a dreary day;

Like a miser I tuck sweet mem'ries away

For my solitudes.

He fascinates me.

Like the changing seasons that come and go,

Or the first sight of fresh falling, falling snow;

Like a cautious but easily captured doe,

I follow him...

  ...fascinated.

Reviews

[Chris]

Your "pattern" is drawing. Any person would be proud to be such a subject...

[Ciara]

Loved this, Lynne!
I am not sure who he is but I'll draw my own conclusions 🙂
I do know that sometimes we are drawn by someone or something and I like how you've described it.