Wide Light Shines
A Poem of Humor

Yours In The Cold,
I'm Stuck In The Snow,
A Stranger Comes,
Rescues Me From The Eventual Bitterness of Illness,
The Stranger Is A Maiden,
Fair in Flirtatiousness and Conversation,
Body and Mind,
It Fills Me with the Desire to Know Her,
To Be Enthralled with the Aspect To Know,
Could I Live Up to Her Expectations?
To Her Desires?
The Wide Light Shines Over Her,
Blurring Her Image To Reveal A Greater Beauty,
One I Cannot Guess the True Age of at First.
She is Revealed to Me as a Siren,
A True Beauty.
Alas! She Speaks and her Tongue is of Knowledge,
Intrigue Fills Me.
I Want to Know Her.
Who is this Maiden of Fair?
She Speaks and Instantly I am Captured by Her Mind.
It is not what I Thought it would be.
I am Suprised.
Where did She Come From?
Why Did She Come to the Stranger In The Snow?
Her Wide Light Shines,
And She Blurs again into a Old Woman.
The Old Woman Takes me Away, and Only In The Wide Lights
Do I See The Maiden Shine Again.


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