I saw something that wasn't there
A shape, a form, translucent air
A glance, a flit, a shadowed mist
The helix of a whispered tryst
Tendrils drift across my mind
Whispery fingers ethereally twine
On pristine planes they dance they twirl
Cats paw fog they glide , they curl
A phantom chain each link is fast
Gossamer steel with willowy clasp
Invading me they pass within
No power protects , no walls defend
The metamorphosis at last complete
No change more perfect, no joy more sweet
I lift aloft elixer's draught
And give the world the wind of thought
Behold an idea
William Everyman 1990