Was it the wrong foot?

We met in that enchanting way
in palace corridors spying the other.
Our eyes met as our worlds faded
and thoughts of others dimmed to sputters.

We danced a careful ballet
not sure the steps of summer
nor could muster forth words to say;
just smile to time beating drummer.

Then two minds ran for cover,
no charm, barbed wit, or buffet
could coax apart the pearl mother
shielding treasure, beauties cache.

Her name I could not remember
and as I spoke, I felt her shutter
spell broke and truth betrayed
to flee in autumn’s bounty sleigh.

I still have that magic shoe
but there may be other feet more true.
I trust the feet who’s laces I shan’t undo
to find me one, in time it may be you!

Comment

Your email address will not be published.