Bubbles from Eternity

Did I think I saw
A shadow criss cross my slate
A glimpse was it surfacing
my unwinding fate?

Did I see a face slip
Between the fogs of my morning dreams
Did I trace on my tips
the memory of her moving lips

Did I strain my ear to hear
Her anklets echo my strolling strides
Did I wish the mist to clear
To catch a sight of her
on frothing tides?

Did the soul of the evening skies
Seep into my pounding cells
Did I hear ringing temple bells
when she saw me from the corner
of her flashing eyes.