In the darkness of
My days
I was lost, I had
Lost my way;
An endless ramble
Amongst the thorns and
Brambles,
Doomed to gloom.
Then, at the very edge
Of my fading sight,
A spark, a glimmer
Of shimmering light.
As I drew nearer to it
I saw a slit in a hedge,
I fit my eye to it so
That I could see through it
And then I did spy what
Awoke in me wonder for
What I viewed yonder
Was the flickering form of
A woodland sprite!
‘Twas her feminine glamour
I had glimpsed in my dark,
Her lithe light was the spark
That had guided my way!
In an instant, nay!, less,
I was enamoured.
I was fated to stay,
Drinking in beauty from
Which I didn’t dare stray.
No longer lost, I was
Rooted to the spot,
Watching magical dancing,
Ageless, entrancing…
But how to get nearer
Without inspiring
Fear in her?
Having found my
Life’s light, this supple
Forest sprite,
I now had to meet her,
Clasp her close, then
Upon her lips I’d press
A thousand kisses,
More or less.
Let time stop I prayed,
That to her I could
Make my way
While still the night
Kept the sun at bay.
For a-feared was I
That the love I’d spied
Would fade away
With the break of day.…
Beautiful
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