A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
She was a blur –
Recognizable,
barely,
But agonizingly out of focus.
He wanted to capture her image,
To know her clarity,
To fathom her mystery,
To honor her beauty.
But she remained shaken,
In and out of vision,
Never to be fully seen.
He did not want to give up on her,
But she was not meant to be known.