And there she was...Gone

And there she was...Gone

Although my perception mirrored an acid trip mirage, I know what i have witnessed. Reality or illusion. Or an illusion of reality spilling sticky, sweet bubbles down the side of a champagne flute. Enlightened senses like an overdose of shrooms without the unhinge of Pandora's box. The crystalline blur began with me standing in a snow covered woodland on a walkabout, less spiritual, more wandering soul. The layer of snow-cone crunch cradled my feet anticipating it's next compress leaving achromatic footprints, only the white on white camouflage hid my wandering path. I tilted my head as if to talk to God, and observed the light bleached flakes falling so slowly as to repel their inevitable landing. Tiny frosted parachutes hovering without the dangled green plastic trooper. Like fabricated sound effects, the ambient racket of the constant bone cracking turbulence echoed in every ice encased limb, fighting free in the wind, to release their frozen capture. With no answer from above, I emitted a long, deep, audible breath expressive of sadness, weariness, and relief. In response to the frigid powder coating one of my baby blues my chin fell briskly to my chest, just as two magnets would be drawn together in unrestrained attraction. Blink, squint, blink and then there it was, the one crimson flower amongst the the snow blinding ground cover for which it found residence. I kneeled cautiously, not out of fear, but admiration of the misplacement, and aesthetics of the bloom. As my knees popped from arthritis, I heard a faint whisper, "Upon the proper warning, it would be in your best interest to leave the flower be". My unhurried gaze caused my eyes to focus to a point at which, rays and waves meet in reflection and refraction. And there she was...

My frigid, numb stare rebounded from a hazy refocusing to a calming leer of enlightenment. It almost felt comforting if it wasn't so cautious, not far from a small child cusping a baby chick or the egg itself, pre-hatch. The ocular copulation was unavoidable, but as i tried to look away the hypnotic pendulum of her being kept my attention. A high noon stand off, without the weapons of mass dissolution. Couldn't last either way, but it did. A quick scan from head to toe showed a small dainty frame able to withstand an eternity of solid presence. The pulchritudinous angel spread her wings, each feather much deeper and somber than the color black, to unveil the most flawless chassis. Medium length two tone locks in the dark and light shades of crimson. A cute cherub face, eyes that deserne your sole, a smile that could reflect light in total darkness, and two dimples that kindle a faint diffused illumination. Her torso included a preeminent bust atop a well developed abdomen. Slender waist to encompass a globular posterior. And where life begins so does the structure on which she stands. The pillars of her underpinning, down to her foundation, uphold her graceful stance. "About that flower " she whispered. She was giving me permission to look away. Releasing me from the eye lock. I looked down to again idolize the crimson flower, for one split second. And then she was gone...