She walked in Beauty...
Her graceful steps resound
as they leave their echo
on the cold metal ground.

Her tall, lithe body
stood in might amongst her peers,
graced with beautiful,  charming eyes
wherein there was a tear.

It rolled down her cheeks,
As it made a crescent arc,
as it landed in my spirit,
where it left an immortal mark.

She passed before me,
A fleeting moment of bliss,
before blessing the air,
with an enchanting kiss.

I stood there bewitched,
as if a spell fell upon me,
which gave me no right to move,
nor anyone else to see.

I watched her leave,
Like a masterful illusion,
That committed upon me,
such a forceful intrusion.

As I watched her ever-departing back,
I started thinking of what I'd lost
as a cause of my meager ego,
but, alas, at what a shocking cost...

                           Marian Kutra ©