Ethereal spirit, wanderer of light,
I grasped your soul one quiet night.
My net was logic, terse your lips,
I drank your sight, took slow and eager dips.
Your caring penetrating mind,
In turn entrapped my lonely thoughts with might,
While strands of Roman hair uncurled,
So gently graced the Queen of chess.
I saw a mirror of myself in you,
It spoke of vastness under far away blue sky.
And when your fingers gently touched,
They fastened me with every wave of silent joy.
A day went by, my heart forlorn,
A memory of you revealed a loneliness,
Went back in thoughts to visions past:
Your calculating looks, the aura of a noble Queen,
A silent moonlit starlight-kiss so soft —
It burned half of my self into that very spot.
A grassy patch, a tree alone,
And Orion's star, the moon —
All shared in our quest for truth.
As if you knew what burns my soul,
In just one night you made me whole.
by Lennart