you've occurred to me, only suddenly
from the depths of my chalky white soul -- 
and the gasp I can no longer contain,
just because you're near.

but I can wear my half-smile,
ever the uncertain child
in wonder of what magic may yet come.

truer believers of such luck are not yet born:
yet unaware, turn their eye to you,
this electric stranger.

all but savants might not imagine your aura,
oh, but certainly you afford it --
blithely adept at folding into your own shadow.

why mightn't I reach you,
where mightn't you find your destiny? 
(unlike most of us, oh my!)

I imagine your pause is only that from some remote depot
once having met oblivion, and
perhaps, charmed your own escape -- 
would that grief might never know your name.