(One of the most beautiful young women that I have ever met).
I will remember that I met you
and that you made me special tea,
the badly washed-up mug unnoticed.
You were wearing thin pyjamas,
and eating pancakes with a fork
when I arrived, stopping in my tracks.
From the tiny balcony
we smiled across the dowdy roofscape
toward the lights and music that beguile you.
Such fragile open beauty
an innocent beacon facing west,
in search of your tomorrows.
I shall tell other friends how we had met
before the world knew who you were,
and all your many faces.
© Graham Sherwood 8/2010
