The touch of the wind did thrill me.
A whispering cry to chill me,
That this was a place to still me.
And yet, the air was clear.
A silence of sounds that did not appear,
Until one could be rid of their fear,
And open themselves to the silver haired Seer,
A magical beauty of this forest domain.
The creak of the forest, as a tree did fall,
Opening ear to creatures and calls.
But my gaze capture upon beauty and all.
Lost in her eyes of this hidden embrace.
A step closer to be she would take.
A smile played upon obvious bate.
A truth unravelled, as beauty was fake.
And the truth as then revealed.
The notion to run did dawn,
And bid feet to carry me from
The beauty that was a con
And had revealed itself to me.
Enthrilled with the vision I was,
Forever remember eyes saw.
Beauty skin deep it was.
And a lesson I would surly learn.