Vision In the Forest

One day, in the woods, I heard chatter, and seeing Shrubs move on a trail, came across the famed dwelling Of elves, those immortal, most bashful of beings Defending the mountains and darkness dispelling. Two fanciful creatures of myth were together, With hair soft as sunlight and robes in rich fettle; They played in the meadows, refreshed by the weather, And butterflies came in their closeness to settle. I sought to remain in my hiding, enchanted By beauty and wisdom refused to the mortals. Alas, I was seen and with scorn reprimanded, Forbidden to enter the magical portal. I left as I envied the luck which is granted To some, here on earth, by the whim of blind forces, While others must suffer the seed which is planted In frail hearts to stir and inflame new remorses. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com