Character (a poem)

Not a very productive day…

Whirlpool eyes
chestnut hair
the thousand-watt smile
smoky voice
and a way with words

From a face in the crowd
to a face in my mind
straight from the page
outside of time

Long nights
endless mornings
a single point of convergence

A fantasy
nothing else to me
in my role as observer

On the other side
a blank page

The end

(30 May 2016)