Ode To Heba Poem by Leslie Xavier

With a smile, she sat that day;
next to me, a tinge wary;
Preferring humans to scribes.
The stars to my fortune,
she talked, mellow, softest of tones;
not a whisper, but I felt it was.

I worked while she played, sprightly strides;
then I put my craft aside,
just to admire the beauty in her,
dancing princess in a crystal box;
springing curls; life, treat, her every move;
and mystic twirls in my heart.

Light, but with a will to fight;
she walks, pride and whole of heart.
I saw her tears, loss she couldn't take,
I sank too, I prefer her beam.

She was away somewhere, I stood far;
till today, when she waved again,
giving me these words I love.
Morrow she flies, far, to Pharaoh-Land;
to her world of swings and balm;
a wish dear, do let me stay, a friend at least.