Meandering Towards You
Still she stands a neutral stance,
The leaves fall off a burdened branch;
Her eyes wander in his search,
For her perfect match on this
earth.
Her heart has heard the
harbinger's cry,
She is ready for another try,
The blood gushes through her
veins,
Her heart beats with a strain.
His footsteps sound, soft and
slow,
To her enchanted ears they flow,
Carried by the blissful breeze,
Which none ever would want to
cease.
The twilight rays brighten her
face,
One last glance she turns that
way,
Through the shadows into the
fading light,
He makes his way to her delight.
He recognizes her from his
countless dreams,
Her voice he has heard beyond
those streams.
Dazed and dazzled she falls into
his arms,
The two, now one dissolve into a
trance.
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A fantasy scene. Wonderful writing. :-)
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