Enchantment Poem by David Taylor

Her heart was fair and skin was moonstone pale
her eyes contained the snow, the rain, and hale
her hair it flowed like rays of rising golden sun
and she walked as though the wind caressed
each light and gliding buoyant carefree step
she never rushed with braided gilded speech
her slender voice hushed silvered soft as peach;
she called my name...

In a landscape made of sleek silken robes
she sang of times with hints of ancient rhymes
and as she danced across the sands of mind
air moved the trees and swayed the waiting reeds
in soft accord with each gentle sweep of limbs sublime
her fingers slowly entwined her falling curling tresses
and with sweet innocence concealed soft cheeks
with lush and even softer glowing blushes;
again she called my name.....

The seas calmed in their ardent quest
to find some distant verdant shore of rest
the stars held outstretched spiralled hands
as they turned and hurled about their universal plans
and the earth beneath my feet melted in a quietude
of such a deep and enduring silence
that all the flowers began to weep
and the stone lined babbling brook
it overflowed with joy and washed away
all that I could ever think or wish to say;
when once again, she called me by my name.......