Untitled because it should be

I met the most beautiful woman in the world
inside memory just beyond the reach of dreaming
it was near waking
and just at the edges of reality

She was beautiful like the night
the essence of mystery in her eyes,
the soft glow of moonbeams
shines on her radiant face

She gracefully walks
like dancing stars
upon a wavy cloud

Ahh, she was beautiful
like beauty rested upon her face
and never left

Come, and stay awhile
I said
She smiled and lingered awhile

moments passed like they do in dreams
and even dreams have their waking

"I must leave" she said
I nodded my head and watched as she walked away

drops of moonbeams shine and are lost in the drops of forever
Is she a shard of moonlight that will shine awhile?

"Can I live in your smile
and hold your hand forever?" I cried

she smiled and glanced back at me
and lived in my unfinished verse of poetry

I've always believed that the best time to write something is when the moment is still fresh. If one postpones it for too long, the picture of the moment tends to get a little blury, the emotion stales a bit. I know because right now I want to blog but I don't know what I want to write about. There are two things that stand out as of the moment though, one is that I'm pretty homesick: I miss home, my family and friends and everything that is familiar and the other is that work is pretty tough: I feel pressured, the work environment is different and I have to readjust my work ethic. For these two things, it is encouraging that I'm feeling a lot better than when I first got here. Had I blogged about these things earlier then there would have been a lot of rants. The emotions reflected in what I wrote would have been more raw. Right now, I still feel homesick and I still feel like I need to do a lot of adjustment in work but other than saying those two I don't thing I can say anything more.
Oh well, I think the moment for poignant speech has passed me by. When I do get that writer's itch again, I'll write some more.