Forbidden Glimpse Poem by James Walter Orr

I walked a path that climbed
through autumn's leaf strewn bed
along a hill.
The wind moaned through the trees
along the path that led
beside the mill.

I saw a woman dance
as some innocent child:
windblown delight.
Turned back pages of time
in ritual free and wild.
It was twilight.

The wild wind raised her dress;
her gypsy rhythm beat
made not one miss.
An angel then appeared
and with a show of heat
bestowed a kiss.

A chill went down my spine;
my heart turned into stone,
or it did seem.
I'll never be the same.
I'll always walk alone,
me and my dream.