Mist edged its way across the knoll,
Whilst sunlight rose below.
Atop horizon's velvet prop,
She cast her stifled glow.
The time is seven, clear and true,
Yet my temper is not so,
I tried the tonics, weak and strong,
That I might allay my woe.
Now I set myself down, slotting in,
Beside this fleeting morn,
Each time mixed up throughout my games,
No different now this dawn.
Impatient perhaps zealous,
For I wasn't sure which one,
I traced footsteps in sodden shoes
back from where I'd come
Amidst heavy heart and broadening sky,
Feet shuffled down lush lines,
Glancing up, I saw a second path,
Which intertwined with mine.
Veering right along the hillside's face,
the helix brought me back;
to where I'd stood just prior to
my solemn homeward track
Shimmering on that lone hill
in her true and rightful place,
Stood she in all her splendour true,
With a ruddy, beaming face
The sun akin, aptly lit the mount
Now ablaze with promise, ..fate
Falling to my knees in bliss,
I pledged to her my faith.
