Nameless

The brevity of our encounter is perturbing still,
As I fabricate a gaze I will never meet.
Forever you survive—live life—without a name,
As the woman carried away by summer winds.
You exist without a face, a façade of adulation,
Whom I thought at first ordinary—
But now I believe as beautiful.
We share nothing, but a ridiculous conundrum
And a sonnet, which was given in haste,
In hope of one day rejoining in ardour
And escaping the reality of the lives we live.
Our Tongues floundered blind circumstance
As we cantered in silence—the mystery
Of your name ensnaring me all the while.
Now you are a caricature, of a comely nature,
Whose coy smile will always be cherished.
She has neither a name nor face I remember,

But my heart is bestilled, by her quiet grace.
     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

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