As I lay in that twilight World
Not sleeping nor awake
My thoughts of you intensified
And took on solid shape
The turmoil in my mind now ceased
My thought began to flow
Hovering in the twilight World
I saw the image grow.
Growing ever stronger
The image filled my brain
My minds eye saw your beauty
Time and time again
Slowly understanding
struggled through the storm
In dark and light and shadow
The photograph was born
I saw you in a panelled room
Sat in a high backed chair
Soft sunbeams throw the window
Put highlights in your hair
It’s in my mind so clearly
The pose,The look, just right
No bright and startling colours
Soft tones of dark and light
You are looking out the window
There’s sadness in your eyes
A gentle smile lies on your lips
Sweet sorrow in your gaze.
In the early morning sunlight
I see you unclothed form
Beautious for the beholder
The perfect sketch of woman
This is the picture on my head. It’s mine till end of life.
I see you as an Astral form, and end my inward strife.
Alan F. Herbert