The Misty Glen
As I make my way through misty glen,
The glint of eyes I see.
A pair of emeralds, shining bright,
Are gazing back at me.
'An angel?' is my question now,
'Or just cherub I see?'
Beauty I had yet to perceive,
Is here in front of me.
Do I stop now, go further not,
And watch this child's reign?
Or stay here hidden, and watch him go
Let mystery remain…
I let him be, in misty glen,
I left him to his game.
But one day soon, in years to come,
I'll watch and wait again.