Loss Of Beauty Passing By... Poem by Rince Wind

I want you to know that
whenever I am not with you
or I am with you but not looking at you...
there is this intense sense of loss that grips me...
the loss of beauty passing by...
never to be redeemed again for its gone..
because I couldn't look long enough

in its wake however it leaves thoughts... stretched like lines
lines pulled by a kid as he runs around the room
dragging a chalk pressed against the wall
by the hand that trails him
and I wonder whether you too feel same in spirit with him
for being able to mark with your presence both space and time