For long ago a poet passed

~ While strolling by the lavender her smile kept its place, as lovely as a butterfly afloat upon her face She skipped as to a melody that played about her mind, in harmony with springtime days she always seemed to find With hair a flow of summer breeze, spun gold and woven vine, like Chardonnay from Maconnais, a tasteful choice in wine Beyond the field, neath skies of blue, a' glisten in the sun, a dainty pond, its cattail fern, her tiny feet did run She gazed upon the surface smooth, reflecting clouds above and tossed a stone, a splash was heard, then ripples, she did love For long ago a poet passed and with his feathered pen, had written her a verse of love, then placed it in her hand She read it with her eyes so wide, his joy, she could not miss Then laid her hand upon his cheek and on his lips, a kiss The poem he had written spoke of ripples and a shore and if the circles he could be, he'd kiss her there once more She turned to leave, her heart now full of dreams he left behind, with poetry and memories, like ripples on her mind ~ This poem was inspired by me, not at the start but, it ended up referencing a poem that I wrote about 10 years ago titled: "And you were that shore" that I posted here on Soup for a contest and actually won. This is that poem And you were that shore ~ You were skipping stones and as I watched a slowly arching ripple gently kissing the shore I found myself wishing I was that ripple and you were that shore ~