A WOMAN FAIR

Sometimes, no words can suffice to a need to just write for writing’s sake, for peace of mind’s sake, or just for the beauty. Such is this, written from the minor depths of a shallow mind:

A WOMAN FAIR

I met a fine woman, so beautiful and fair; I noticed the crinkles round her eyes and her beautiful hair; I saw she had life in the depth of her eyes and youth sprung about her with each step through the air; the fragrance of joy accompanied her smile and I wished that could just walk with her a short mile. Perhaps in my dreams, perhaps in a thought, I will visit you and sip of your beauty..just a little..if I’m lucky, perhaps a lot!
I met a woman golden fair,
golden freckles, flaxen hair.
I met a woman gone away,
though she had promised here to stay.
I met a woman in my dreams.
a promise broken so it seems.
I met a woman now long gone,
made me wonder of the wrong.
I met a woman, a mere fantasy,
only in a poem meant for me!
peace