First Impresssion

By: Michael

As mountain springs of sapphire blue..
Whose bottomless depths still time,
With hypnotic rapture
I lose myself in the embrace
Of your eyes.

Windows, soft into your soul,
Momentarily mirror my desire
In expression of your own.
While the universe contracts
Till filled by us alone.

Eternal instants accentuate
The rhythmic pounding in my breast
Of a drumbeat, old as mankind,
Flooding my senses
In awareness of you.

Reality returns, unbidden,
And is reluctantly accepted
By two who, for a moment,
Shared a longing and a vision
That will ne'er be known by most.