And then he saw her,
Hands wreathed in
Shimmering strings
Of mist tinged lightning
That whispered secrets
And power to his
Ambitions and fears.
She stands as if,
So tightly controlled,
To be as inconspicuous
As possible, and so
Draws his gaze to her
With her shaggy blonde
Collar length hair
Deep brown eyes
So pointedly staring
At the whorls in the floor.
He sees the scent of
Serendipity
As he watches her
And she sees nothing
But the rich oak boards.
She hides her thoughts
With downcast eyes
He sees the echoes flowing
In the mists of ethereal.
She glances up, catches
Him watching.
He blushes. She smiles.
Eyes meet
And enrapture
Him in those flecks
Of green and gold.
