A speak easy in Brooklyn
On a Tuesday night in fall.
Trying to forget the stress
That this day has caused me.
I take a swig, put down my glass
And glance around the room.
Suddenly, an energy shift,
I begin to seek the cause.
Goosebumps rise on my skin
As the air begins to change.
I sense someone near,
A powerful force.
A scent of red wine and sage.
Her hair a shade of lavender.
Crystal jewelry all over her body
Glimmers as she glides across the room.
She speaks with grace, a casual tone
As if everyone’s a familiar.
Her aura is brilliant and bright,
Like a full moon in the sky on a clear night.
Who is she?
Where’d she come from?
I’ve never seen her here before.
She must be from out of town.
I’m flustered, but calm.
What a sight to see.
In the presence of a mystery.
She’s a poem in the flesh.
When words can only
Take you so far
And the reader’s left wondering,
‘What’s next?’.
I look away for a moment
As I order another drink.
In need of liquid courage
To try and get her name.
But as I turn around,
Again I feel a change.
I realize the moment has passed
And my head is now adrift.
She’s gone, just like that.
How did I miss her leaving?
Disappeared in an instant
As if she were a ghost.
I think about her to this day.
She’s a lovely memory.
Occasionally still feel her presence
As if she’s never left me.
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