First Fleeting Visage

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I spied him in light’s early day --
A day which stole my heart away;
The air stood crisp with morning dew,
Blessed, chance day of which there’re few.

Strong he stood with hair of gold,
Which framed his eyes of blue and bold,
His manner spoke a story made,
By courageous heart and lovers ways.

It seemed I stood a thousand years,
Froze in gaze by wondrous fear,
That he might just glance my way,
And take my heart with him to stay.

Thunder broke my helpless trance,
As his steed began to prance,
Into the sun from whence they came,
A gilded god without a name.

Lost I stood as moments passed …
Wishing for this time to last …
Then remembering duty’s call,
I headed for the castle’s walls.

Copyright 2009 Rodney Crater