Spellbound Poem by Kieran Sam

Wobbling over the wayside chapel,
Spreading wings above the cross,
An eagle alights on its cone.
In the eve's soft beaconing rays,
Souls craving salvation on maple avenues beside.
There, a white frock spotted pink,
A parasol in a yellow hue,
Shading half a face, hatted in blue;
She seems to be nearing.

Carts slow, shops glance,
Breaths faint, my heart pumps,
She's still coming.
A soft breeze caresses,
And there, I freeze.
'Angel, ' my heart dances
With the maple-studded avenues,
Scenting out of my frailty,
A land of sensuous reality.
Sparrows and roses in harmony
nature in an oblivious harmony;
The chapel gently chimed,
Touching, waking me from the spell.
She had passed a few yards away,
As I awoke to my life's fray.