it was a very good day
the fish blues stripers sea trout
were piling up on the beach
I couldn’t seem to miss a cast

I was totally focused on the waves
crashing about my feet sinking into the sand 
splashing wildly to my waist
churning the morning into myth

when out of my left eye 
an apparition danced into view
a diaphanous white gown blowing
wildly in the late morning breeze

covering a beauty beyond 
anything I had ever witnessed
in this life or in my dreams
a radiance ghostly eyes piercing

the rude light of common day
dissolving into magic illusion
enveloping the vision
into an impossible form

which caught me out of nowhere
and nearly pushed me to my knees
leaving me stuttering mindless
greetings mumbled out of awe and fear

and we spoke first in English
then French then from the heart
for more than an hour
which vanished cruelly 

leaving me alone
finally on the blasted 
beach waves crashing
into the loneliness of my heart