The Garden Nymph
I saw her once on a summer's eve with the breeze softly blowing
She was clad in silken white with her long lush hair freely flowing
She seemed to tiptoe through the air and twinkle as the stars
The garden flowers bowed to her and the moon's glow was large
I did not know if she was real an aberration or trick of mind
But never again in the garden did she appear through time
I dream of her smile and her eyes so blue could they hold a soul
I think of her now and then wondering to me what she bestow
She twirl with grace her arms unfurled and looked me in the face
My heart was capture by her beauty as it begin to race
She wore pearls around her neck so smooth and pure
Playfully she gave her hand and I was so self assured
As I reached out to take her hand she waved it away
And I heard her laughter in the wind as she begin to fade
Was this imagined or true was she spirit or flesh
Too much wine a playful mind a fancy or a wish
But I unclasped my eager hand inside I held a pearl
Bewitched forever was she even from my world
Funny how on rainy days I think of her the most
The rhythm of the rain to her it plays host
I wear her pearl on locket near my heart
For to me this precious being haunting won't depart
How long ago on a summer's eve a beauty supreme
Came to me just a spell and forever lives in my dreams.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2020
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