A Close Encounter
That night you stepped close to the shining white armour
protecting my soul from the people outside,
no panic o’ercame me, indeed I felt calmer,
I did not step back, but allowed you inside.
That calmness was tempered by mute apprehension -
a trembling pulse that betrays nervous tension
and somehow our souls seemed to touch for an instant
in happy contentment that yearns to be constant.
But soon the moment had passed away -
our souls returned to the rote of today
where visions of eternity
are smothered by reality.
You kindled my hopes like a mystical charmer!
How long will it be ’til these feelings subside?