An Infatuating Adoration 1.0


I rise early in the winter,

Barely more than a white wisp of breath,

For when the sun sleeps, I am made

And I spy her pirouetting in the glades.

 

She is my Eve —

Skin as pale as the Milky Way;

Eyes that gleam brighter

Than even the light of day.

 

When she caught my eye,

I blushed and waved,

And she returned the gesture in reply.

My resolve has paid!

 

Suddenly! A little star clumsily

Spins out of control, tumbling

Across the wide stretch of indigo;

The opportunity is neigh!

 

I wished and wished

As hard as I could

To meet her on the edge of the wood,

Pleading her to follow me like I hoped she would.

 

Alas! My beloved raced forward!

She dashed towards the white orchid;

Hope crested and swelled in my heart,

Eager to no longer be apart.

 

The twittering stars egged me on —

“Hurry, hurry!” they chorus!

I think they want the best for us

As the earthy trail they shone upon.

 

Dawn began laughing – oh no!

My Eve lay in a bed of grass so sweet,

Her little hands tucked beneath her rosy cheek.

Fatigue had cloaked her, hidden her from me.

 

I blew a gentle kiss,

It drifted softly in the wind,

Falling on her cheek, warming it

With all the love that could not reach.

 

All night long,

I watch over her from up high,

Hiding my light from the beasts

That are cunning and sly.

 

And as I fell behind the horizon,

The sky a mixture of reds and golds,

Those beautiful eyes did at last open,
And what a sight it was to behold!

 

Her arms were outstretched

In one last feeble embrace,

I blew one more kiss,

Then faded from sight.

 

We were both too late and,

Already, I missed the night.

 

Photograph: Heather Lukins

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