Fleeting

i watch a wave of light toss her blonde hair across my fingers,

wishing deeply that i could hold onto her tangibly and indulge in her warmth.

but like a speeding car she has somewhere else to go and rushes by,

and i sit quietly amongst the brisk shadows of an empty night.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

What a brilliant concept you've elaborated on, Kay!

[Kay]

It's always a pleasure to hear from you Kelly, thanks for taking time to read this! =)

[Relic]

........................Great poem! :)

[Kay]

Thank you! :) It's interesting what can inspire metaphors, this was simply based on a bit of light coming through a window at night. I appreciate you taking time to read this!