Poof ~ Gone

Time to dance the Quadrille with the folks enjoying the evening in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ De is hosting ~ the magic word is "myth"

 you seek a mortal form

yet find fresh air

sweet fleeting myth that lingers everywhere

i walk as whispers thru ancient trees

a phantom traced in starlight 

and in a breeze i never lived

yet somehow i remain

your perfumed dream

dissolving in the rain