POEM in Response to~Gooseberry Garden Poetry-Picnic-Week-7~Love's Nothingness

And then I see you,

not your image,

but you yourself outlined,

smiling quietly, you descend -

I wait , trying to comprehend your vision-

your thoughts take a form and enter my world forlorn,

I have no way to stop or hold

the charming intrusion,

I just feel the emptiness,

filled with silence, cold-

I reach out, only to touch

Nothingness-

Behold!

I am engulfed in the fold

of a soft serene essence tender, misty , comforting,

a sense unexplained, untold

is it real or is it a dream

I think, I try , I begin to cry

and drown into a tingling numbness.

Ah! Love's First and Last Visit