Nightly Illusion

by Rodger L. Hilliard

Like a gentle summer breeze through
an open window…she flows into me

Awed once again by her beauty,
I lay stone-still as she
caresses my intellect

With closed eyes, I wonder
will she remain or
will she run away swiftly,
 as before
Like no other night,
will this night will differ

I awaken anxiously,
 once again she is gone
leaving only faint recollection
and her name upon my lips,
Poetry…Poetry… Poetry… Poetry

Nightly Illusion by Rodger L. Hilliard

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