Fragrant Moment

The ghost of perfume still clinging to it.

Absently

Gently drifting off,
Her head lays silent
On a goose-down pillow.
Slowly, she drifts away.
To her dreamland.

Over her, a scent lingers,
Flowing through the moment.

Peacefully, she slumbers.
Each noise she makes
Reminds me of her presence,
Focusing my attention.
Under a heavy blanket of thought.
My mind turns to a memory,
Eclipsing the reality of the moment.

She is far away now,
Tumbling among her dreams.
I gaze on her lovely brow,
Laughing at her peaceful struggle,
Loving her as she dreams.

Coursing through this space,
Lingering around us
Is the ghost of a perfume.
No disturbance could break this
Gingerly, I touch her cheek;
I smile and close my eyes.
Nodding at the suggestion,
Guiding me to her.

There is the scent in the air
Over us it lingers.

I breathe the perfume
That holds us in this moment.