I took a walk today, down into the shadowed woods, and along the dark, cold stream. The sky was a dreary gray, and the puffy, low-hanging clouds promised rain at any time. I came to the edge of a tranquil pond, and I saw her, there across the water.
My heart ached, she was so beautiful. I took a hesitant step toward her as she took an aggressive step toward me, and we froze, studying one another.
She was everything I hoped to be, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. She radiated powerful grace, feral beauty, and untamed spirit. She cared not what the world thought of her, only what thoughts she had of the world, for what else could matter?
She was confident, decisive, and so absolutely free, how could I not covet what she had?
She studied me as I studied her, and I could but wonder what she thought she saw.
The first rain drops began to fall, and I lost sight of her as the ripples spread across the once still water, but... I was her, and she was me... and together, we were beautiful.
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