National Poetry Month Day 18

National Poetry Month
Day 18
Smell the Vision

You chose with blind flawless vision
Stared with imaginary possibilities
Still following your instinct
You chased me with unsure truth
Leaving me standing
Raw and Naked
Strong and willing
To chase your dancing
Clear sky
Not afraid to follow
I kiss the wind
As I drift nearer
To you
Pondering my flight
To our private destiny
Built on your spiritual Intuition
I leave trails of tears
Stretched across the crowded sky
Streaming waterfalls of joy
Dripping in my deserted heart
And I have found you
Wrapped in silk peddled flowers
Perfumed with your sweet scent
Of pure fresh emotions
Listening to your vocal fantasies
About love
Realizing they have become
My own secret desires
The breathe of passion
Rendering like smoke signals
In the air
As I smell the vision
To love

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker