As I lay in that twilight World  

Not sleeping nor awake  

My thoughts of you intensified  

And took on solid shape  

The turmoil in my mind now ceased  

My thought began to flow  

Hovering in the twilight World  

I saw the image grow.  

Growing ever stronger  

The image filled my brain  

My minds eye saw your beauty  

Time and time again  

Slowly understanding  

struggled through the storm  

In dark and light and shadow  

The photograph was born  

I saw you in a panelled room  

Sat in a high backed chair  

Soft sunbeams throw the window  

Put highlights in your hair  

It’s in my mind so clearly  

The pose,The look, just right  

No bright and startling colours  

Soft tones of dark and light  

You are looking out the window  

There’s sadness in your eyes  

A gentle smile lies on your lips  

Sweet sorrow in your gaze.  

In the early morning sunlight  

I see you unclothed form  

Beautious for the beholder  

The perfect sketch of woman  

This is the picture on my head. It’s mine till end of life.  

I see you as an Astral form, and end my inward strife. 

Alan F. Herbert