The breeze tenderly stroked the leaves of the willow tree
Both green and dull fluttered, gleaming in the suns' ray
High puffy clouds would pass, as the sun struggle to free
Itself, scattering light across the sky reflecting in the bay
About noon it was, nonchalantly sipping tea in the patio
The cafe house resonate warm ambience as people walked by
I sit askew as two other chairs are in place, listening to radio
Was it jazz playing? The time was passing by slowly
On the sidewalk, people strut forcefully to their destination
A man carrying a briefcase narrowly misses my chair
The breeze put the house in an invisible dimension
Faceless expressions passed as my lungs inhales the air
A car honks as it almost hits a dog wandering in the street
I turn my head to look, but something else caught my eyes
Coming towards me was a goddess promenading the street
The gentle ray became a little more intense on my eyes
As she sauntered closer, the breeze softly caressed her white dress
The dress was trifling, as it was She that complimented the attire
Each step will only bring me to my knees as her body was bless
A goddess on earth to reveal its own imperfect as she is higher
The breeze whirled the dress, revealing peach cream thighs
The knees soothed like the northeasterly wind from the Pacific
Ankles tall in grass, as the strap climb up the blade high
With each clack of the heels, the ray grows more intense
The silhouette can breathe the same sentence as Helen*
Black hair and brown eyes with virgin lip gloss
The philosophy of perfection may finally come to end
The imperfects observe what it is to finally not be lost
Walking closer to me, I look down on the table in anticipation
I smell the fragrance, growing stronger with each breath of life
A few steps, a couple steps, I look up with hopeful elation
There she was, gracing her way through monotonous life
Ambling elegantly, she eternally glanced at me, and smiled
And I smiled back, still stunned from the gift sent from the sky
She passed me, I finally let my knees buckle, I thought for a while
Then I looked back, in quest to find this goddess and say 'Hi'
But the calm breeze turned to a gust, people frantically hurrying
I looked among the faceless for one white dress fluttering in grace
In despair, the clouds overcast me; thunderous rumble strikes lightning
A perfect afternoon, a perfect stranger, perhaps she was a goddess
*Helen - character in The Iliad in which The Trojan War was fought over her. Her father is Zeus, wife of Menelaus, seduced by Paris. The war lasted ten years.
