Forest Nymph

FOREST NYMPH Deep in the forest, where the world is mine, and lost to everyone I've ever known, so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine except in silver streams all mine alone, she came in gentle, warm and summer rain, out of a misty light, with searching eyes, and all to soon she found my joy and pain before I had the time to realize. I'd never be the same, from just the look, into her eyes, so deep and far away, and then she read my life, my opened book, I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play. The fear of God is all I can compare to how she looked, and how she found me there. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet