In wonder of the world
of her mysteries
sitting here dreaming alone
I wandered over a hill one day
seeking expecting
nothing
and she appeared
like a vision
shimmering perfection
mysterious
mirage
I saw her in dreams before here
she was standing growing
over the hill the whole time
always she had been there
I had just not gone forward enough
I stood in awe
and she like a tulip
shivered