Deer

I came upon a vision today:

that of a woman.

 

Though she did not speak,

the graceful movements of her shape

spoke to my spirit.

 

Her inner nature was refined,

as hills purify flowing streams.

 

In the depths of her were black mountains,

and landscapes of Celtic beginnings:

a sort of purity that saw earth created.

 

I tilted my head to one side,

to borrow the soul of a deer,

that I might rest some time with her spirit,

to touch her beauty that is dark and rare.

 

The woman is doe-like:

full of instinct;

her heart on edge,

thrown open and made vulnerable by beauty perceived.

 

I saw her hiding in the forest,

as I passed her feeding ground;

eager to see and explore,

yet unsure of what is permitted.

Done