THE YELLOW VEIL

Which day it was I remember not, Nor what month the almanac showed, Your yellow veil my senses did clot, On me those eyes a charm bestowed,

Amidst many why yours was the face On which my sight was transfixed? The reason for it I couldn’t trace, The rational layers had all got mixed.

How long had I gazed at the Daffodillic view? Perhaps nobody had kept count, Your cheeks as fresh as wintry dew All paradisaical grandeur did surmount.

An image on paper I marveled at, Yet lodged it was in my core, My being said while giving me a pat, ‘She’ is a mirage, chase her no more.

~ The Yellow Veil ~