The Vision

I see you through a shiny mist that covers the trees in the woods,

much like the coy bride hiding herself behind a veil of Chantilly lace,

glimpses of you through wreaths of white, an ethereal vision in green,

framed in the protective wisps of the mighty mythical dragon’s breath.

Your soft shiny hair blows behind you like a supernatural cape of dark black,

the raven’s eyes could hardly be darker than those curled tendrils of your locks,

that seem to have taken a life of their own, as they each vie, tumble and fall,

in glorious profusion like the vines that vie to reach the treetops of the forest.

Sunlight glints off the down on your arms like diamonds sparkle in the water,

as you whirl them about you in merry abandon like an innocent child at play,

a giant dragon fly’s colourful wings they seem to be as they let you take flight,

gliding through the meadow seemingly carried by the swift tumbling breeze.

Your laugh teases me as it leads me stumbling on through the maze of trees,

a seeker still in pursuit of a truth that has already revealed itself in a vision,

guiding me onwards as I seek to chase and catch the dream that runs ahead,

peals of a mystical bell as they tinkle through the stalks of gentle wavy grass.

Your long lissome gliding legs seem to have taken root from the very earth,

as they carry you further and further onward from me, but just a bend ahead,

teasing, tantalizing, the proverbial mirage that keeps moving farther as I reach it,

the green shoots brush your calves as you spring as a fawn, out of my reach.

The glimpses I get of your eyes hold me spell bound in their perfection,

ponds of grayish green in which I am desperate to dive and drown myself,

the lashes the gates of paradise that hold the secrets of your soul from me,

veils that part to let my seeking sight peek into the depths of limpid green.

Your slender form an exquisite stalk that sways keeping pace with the breeze,

carried on the peals of your broken laughter like the brook that tinkles through,

as you keep running away from me, leaving me clutching vapours in your trail,

as I run breathlessly from pillar to post to keep you in sight of my parched eyes.

I wake in a cold sweat and I realize that you were but a vision in emerald,

my chimera in jade, a part of my alternate reality, a world for only you and me,

in our wood undisturbed by concrete intrusions of the everyday world,

where one day I will surely find you in your shaded bower of aquamarine.