SEEN FROM AFAR

A gossamer syndrome enveloped my mind for an undeterminable time;

Entangled in a web of restricted movement, laterally and horizontally, physically and mentally.

Waiting for the sun to rise and the fog to dissipate and hoping;

Seeing you reminded me of the times I saw you round and about ,each time causing my heart to flutter ever so slightly;

Thinking could she be interested in me? Nonsense-only wishful thoughts.

Now I see

You as an array of colors of the rainbow, a genuine ray of sunlight lifting my gossamer like fog and clinging to wishful thoughts.

Wayne Lazarus