Obscured vision

by on July 16, 2016 :: 0 comments

I read
Your face
On the way I walk
Face to face smiles
I answer a question,
Who am I
To appreciate

I climb
The tower,
Blurred past searching
Horizon to horizon, peep
And I find you
Among the clouds.
Oh! Beautiful stranger
Am I impaired
In vision
Or are you

For the angles
Of your beauty
My defunct
Clinometer is
Unable to measure
The height
Of your mystery.

editors note:

Amorous altitudes render dizzied discourse . – mh clay

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