I wrote this poem for my wife laurie before we met. |
I walked the green meadows and the emerald glades watching the Harvest moon as it hovered above us all golden and heavenly it shone like a beacon in the sky drawing me towards a secluded clearing deep within the forest. It was then that I first saw her, the wood nymph, Willowmeer dancing naked within the gentle evening mists of Autumn her form wreathed in shadow and moving with a supple grace as she frolicked within her enchanted forest home. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I watched her from my seclusion she looked for all the world like an angel brought down from heaven whirling in her wooded glen , alone in the world and exquisite as though sculpted from natures perfection itself. My soul awakened within my breast as I walked into the clearing my gaze passed over her beautiful body to settle within her eyes I looked deep into her wild soul then as my heart raced and her magic drew me closer, into her tender embrace. She whispered my name into the wind as our souls merged in the night our hearts touched within the magic of the moment melding, merging, entwining in the ethereal world around us as our lips touched in a deep, lingering , sensuous kiss. Our bodies moved in a graceful dance, our minds united in one with a rhythm of our own choosing we caressed each other passionately our love grew in tempo as our primal urges came to a fore and the longing we felt within that moment carried our magic higher. Long into the night our bodies rode the crimson tides of the enchantment silver threads of earth and moon connected us with desire and the universe shuddered as we traveled the paths between the stars and with a gentle touch our lives were forever united in love. Tears formed in her eyes as we broke our embrace and rolled slowly down her cheek to join with mine as we wept our minds clear, our souls combined, our hearts in unison but knowing that she must leave the mortal realm. A single crystal tear formed and dropped silently into the brook a magic as no other was formed with its creation a mist began to arise above the waters surface while we held each others eyes for just a moment more. A lake began to form within the clearing as we parted a beautiful clear blue aura surrounded Willowmeer I felt her slender hands slip from mine as she was drawn back into the fairy land from which she had walked such a short time ago. Drifting wraithlike and with magnificence she floated above the mirror surface her reflection showing like a sprite on the waters of heavenly beauty bluer then the sky and as sweet as the nectars of Olympus she made her way from this realm but not from my heart. I would always remember that night of magical love the tenderness of her soul bared for me to see and mine opened for her gentle caress to tame within the surreal realms of the dreamland. The lake lies below the abode now, a beautiful blue crystal realm and boats float with dreamers on her surface in the night as lovers walk the shores on dreamy summers eve’s and I, the proprietor, dream of my sweet Willowmeer. Epilogue: This is the story of the creation of a beautiful lake called Willowmeer that exists within the world of “The Humble Abode” and the tender souls that united to create her....... Willowmeer |