She visited me again tonight;
in all her mysterious presence.
Each wrinkle unfolding like
bringing me back to a distant memory.
I lingered there in the luminous glow,
When she visits, I am melancholy;
dumfounded with timeless beauty.
She has shown me her splendor;
and leaves nothing behind, but me
Each visit leaves me wanting,
needing, wishing, hoping.
How quickly she passes through,
was she even here, I always wonder.
While bathing in her radiance
I am young again
Does anyone notice her like I do,
or do they take her for granted
spoiling her gifts, unable to