ETHEREAL WOMAN
Have you seen the ethereal girl?
She was here, I swear she was here,
Then she was there, I swear she was there,
But when I looked back, she was no longer there…
Here or there, a concundrum, a confoundment,
Like a spiritual being, revealed in autumnal light,
Gone with the shadows, tauntingly beautiful,
Alluring in essence, beckoning yet not beckoning,
An apparent being, an ethereal mist, not real
But seeming real, leaving no scent, no sound,
No song to sing.
Frustrating me!
Oh, that empty feeling. Is she real?
Can you love a woman of mist?
Sometimes she Is there, sometimes not.
Sometimes the sweetness of life,
Sometimes angry, sometimes hot,
A mystical presence, a swirl of mist,
And she’s dancing to an unheard tune.
Now she’s a woman, now a child,
Laughter echoes and stirs the mist.
Ethereal woman, won’t you BE?
Don’t disappear like a puff of smoke,
Don’t swirl away the magic, stay with me…
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