I have followed her
Ageless and timeless
My pursuit.
Oft I turned away
Weary and care-worn
Burdened by sorrow.
And lo! She beckoned there still
Beauty and grace gleaming
Eternal as the new dawn.
Thus affirmed, I made haste
To draw near
And seize this dream.
Amused, she laughed
At my folly, danced away;
Yet she bedkoned there still.
So, onward I trek
A heroic quest
Mastered only by unfound strength and courage.
We often chase dreams to find their not what they seem when we catch them.
Ron