She was his jewel, <br />unearthed, an opal <br />with the luminescence <br />of a rare smaragd, <br />reflections cast <br />upon the skies <br />and into human eyes <br />enriching all, <br />and playing music <br />to the peasants' ears. <br /> <br />Her presence pleased the men, <br />her ambience reached <br />through borders <br />and the raging seas, <br />they drank the air, <br />absorbing droplets <br />of her hidden soul <br />and she would pause <br />up on the lonely ridge <br />and smile to them, <br />to all who were in need <br />of Royal company. <br /> <br />It has been said <br />that centuries went by <br />and that all time had passed <br />forever, never to return. <br />And she had been <br />a chosen one... <br />had left a silent nod <br />and then, <br />without a doubt <br />had gone.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chosen-one/
