I was walking down the path and saw her,
staring at me through branches and leaves.
In the midst of the glen did she watch me;
wondrously she glowed, golden and soft.
A glimpse into her fair world did I see;
a realm of mystery, magic, and more.
In that moment real became imagined,
and ordinary became fantasy.
The world within her eyes spoke to my heart,
and spoke of journeys I hadn’t known.
But it was a way that could never be;
for the moment passed and she fled that glen,
taking all and everything that I had seen.
And the glen remained bare forevermore.