Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

In the shadow of the eternal flame, she stood
Her gaze turned toward the east.
I felt something in my soul unravelling
My heart pounding
Soft spray fell from her hair
I wondered, had she been fully formed
From some unseen spring
Do I risk disturbing her?
Would I turn to stone should she look upon me?
Why would I think such a thing?
I am sure one as beautiful as she
Would have saved my soul
from completely unravelling.
When she finally looked at me
I knew language would be no barrier
It is the face of a goddess I see
And I am undone…

© Anita Dawes 2021