I met a woman in a field
Sunshine teasing through thin fabrics
as long spnindles of rays hit under her
flowing skirt, she was slapping me as she
spun in the gold gleam of her inhibited smile,
she made love to the sun in that field, with the
warm rays that followed her, the shadows made
way for her as she was the idle of all that was,
with regard to her foot steps, I viewed her, watching
her in the sun, playing with the freedom of all she
was, I stayed in watch for I became entrenched with
her semblance, not seeing me, she was barefoot, passing
the time with her hand made songs, trampling down on
weeds, the tiny blades of grass, her footsteps soon became
leaps, as she made her way to the edge of waters winding
along the fields, my eyes followed, all too soon, her form
departed my sight behind the bushes of the water's banks,
making my way to the water, I searched the scene, playing it
again in my head, where had she gone, I wondered, then looking
into the smooth liquds, I found her again, looking down into the
mirror of the river, she smiled back at me, She was me~

Viesta 98~