golden haze by anelephantcant
through the tear-stained window
the sunbeam smacks the cushion
dust mites waltz on golden haze
like a cobra soft seducing
he is entranced as she sways too
dancing to unbidden music
his heart is totally bewitched
her grace and joy bemuse it
he has no way to contact her
he knows she cannot hear him
his passion is embarrassing
her indifference endearing
it was not always thus of course
long ago he was her equal
he believed he was her leading man
until she rewrote the sequel
at first she pursued him so keen
she the hunter he the hunted
until at last she understood
his frailties soon confronted
now laid quite bare by that sunbeam
his façade is stripped away
and through the tear-stained window
she sees him as clear as day
anelephantcant 
Great piece.Very sad she does not see him for his good qualities but only for his frailties. Yet, he loves her still, even finding “indifference endearing.”
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Thank you, Amanda, AnElephant is happy his words touch your heart.
And he apologises for missing your concerned comment until now.
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No worries Elephant 🙂
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Dear Elephant,
Sometimes it’s hard to see a person for who they really are when you perceived them as someone else. My heart profoundly feels the truth of this one. Well done.
Shalom with hugs,
Rochelle
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And, sadly, it is a two-way truth, m’lady.
Thank you, as always, for taking time out from your urgent writing schedule to visit and comment.
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J’aime j’aime j’aime !
Envoyé de mon iPhone
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Merci merci merci !
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