Close Encounters

And just when I stopped trying,
I met him, on a Friday.
Cold weather draped the fog
Like organdy sheets from the trees
And he draped on me like;
Like I had hoped.
The air was thick and wet
And I was caught in the moment
Didn’t know if it was euphoria
Or hysteria,
So I let go and was overtaken by a joy
I haven’t felt, since the innocence of my youth.
I held his hand and sealed our touch.
Making a close encounter of our own kind.
And he might have caught me staring
But I had to; thinking he was an illusion
That I didn’t want to miss- a shooting star;
He was the particle trail of endless Zephyrs
And my heart a starburst;
Ignited by the heat of his gaze as he traveled over me
Giving birth to galaxies I had long forgotten.
And as I caressed the universe of his pitch colored hair,
I stopped to admire the twilight of its contour
And I swear it twinkled, like my eyes do
When I think of the night
A new star descended from the heavens
To light my darkened path.