Bokeh

I thought I heard her whisper –

Startled, I ran, I gasped.

A delicate murmur, ever gentle,

a voice sought amidst the crowd.

I thought I had a glimpse of her –

Invited, I strained and strived.

Hoping to be again lost in her embrace,

Where words and worlds collide.

Yet fleeting, as moments do – i missed

To see. To feel. To be.

My muse has departed, and

in stillness, in solitude, I remain.