nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

MAGIC CAUGHT

Whispers born
Upon the lips
Within a dream
Sweet words kissed
The slanted moment
Of a awkward breath
Whose fleeting sound
Died its death.

Warm air which
Moved your hair
Its rings and curls
Who did but dare
To open up
A scented gaze
A lonely road
A strange new place.

Your heartbeat ragged
Upon pursuing night
Tears restrained
Within your sight
Each step  which leads
To brighter thoughts
An hour reached
Its magic caught.