Her heart was fair and skin was moonstone pale <br />her eyes contained the snow, the rain, and hale <br />her hair it flowed like rays of rising golden sun <br />and she walked as though the wind caressed <br />each light and gliding buoyant carefree step <br />she never rushed with braided gilded speech <br />her slender voice hushed silvered soft as peach; <br />she called my name... <br /> <br />In a landscape made of sleek silken robes <br />she sang of times with hints of ancient rhymes <br />and as she danced across the sands of mind <br />air moved the trees and swayed the waiting reeds <br />in soft accord with each gentle sweep of limbs sublime <br />her fingers slowly entwined her falling curling tresses <br />and with sweet innocence concealed soft cheeks <br />with lush and even softer glowing blushes; <br />again she called my name..... <br /> <br />The seas calmed in their ardent quest <br />to find some distant verdant shore of rest <br />the stars held outstretched spiralled hands <br />as they turned and hurled about their universal plans <br />and the earth beneath my feet melted in a quietude <br />of such a deep and enduring silence <br />that all the flowers began to weep <br />and the stone lined babbling brook <br />it overflowed with joy and washed away <br />all that I could ever think or wish to say; <br />when once again, she called me by my name.......<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enchantment-9/
