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The Maiden
Mark C. Humphreys
(Circa. July 1995)

Who is that lovely woman.
That young maiden over there.
Her hair flows so softly.
Her skin so light and fair.

Could she be a vision?
An illusion in disguise?
To draw away my longing gaze,
Away, from my eyes.

If I could look,
In her pools of blue.
Would I see her soul,
Or be trapped with her too?

I know not what to do.
My mind will not concentrate.
Oh no, she is leaving.
And I can't call for her to wait!

The vision slowly leaves.
Its' features turn to mist.
And as the sun doth rise,
Her image begins to list.

The sun's red border.
Signals the time is near.
And the sky grows ever brighter.
I close my eyes in fear.

Then I open them afraid.
That I have lost one more glance.
And I am confronted with her image.
In the sunlight, beginning to dance.

She almost seems to bekon,
Me over towards her form.
And then in a single flash,
I am once more alone.

I rush over immediately,
To where she stood before.
But, nothing remains,
except the flower she wore.

A rose so red.
Yet, a rose quite fair.
A rose laid gently,
on the ground with care.

I pick it up,
And look up to the sky.
The clouds, they dance,
Like she, gracefully by.

And as I get lost,
Looking into the air.
I hear her whisper,
"Look, over there."

Startled, I look,
Over towards a hill.
She stands in the grass,
perfectly still.

She looks at me,
And seems to say.
Come back tomorrow,
Forever to stay.

Then I'm looking at nothing.
The wind blows in my face;
And, I think I'll go walking,
My destination, no place...

[N.B. - There was a second "sequel" poem which I wrote whilst on a supper break at work.
Unfortunately, I say was, because it was written on post-it(tm) size note paper,
which quickly posted itself in a location I could not resolve.
Perhaps, I may find the inspiration to re-create it and the pre-conceived conclusion after it.
But, first things first, finish my exams... Then the webpage... Xmas shopping... etc.
In other words, it'll probably be a while.

Stay tuned....

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