My Senses Poem by Rupfusa Tunyi

Held her back against the wall
Smiling her crinkle bright eye,
figure of a wraith, pale and tall
A sight so alluring, catchy red dye
Murmuring a tone I never heard.

Stare at star her mind are far
I read her eye and as I gaze
Copy her serenity out of jar,
Fireflies soon begin to blaze
Sparkling display I never saw.

finger through her hair fold
Of what lay beneath our fountain
Soon a sigh for men lust of gold;
Wasted shooting star pass mountain
A dreary touch I never felt

Seconds flew by, forward she stood
Still wet eye fixed for a glitter,
A smile back now as she understood
As freedom to dust we wither
A charm of death we never taste

Rain pored, lightning flame came,
Called my name, she never census.
Before I know her cryptic name
We descend six feet below my senses
All I grab was a rose by her grave,
The sweetest fragrance to nose rose gave.