Wary of the light,
wary of the light,
she comes to me,
on nimble feet,
a deer beneath the trees,
yes, a creature so wild,
and so carefree and so beauteous,
so beauteous in her colouring,
and in her exquisite symmetry,
and in her eyes,
there is a gentleness and a timidity,
and when I step forward,
and approach her in the moonlight,
I expect nothing for she is free,
she is free, and I am happy,
happy to delight in her company,
and with her gentle gait and rapidity,
it is but a fleeting moment of interconnection,
between her and me,
and I, I sense her nature is gentle and calm,
yet with a rustle in the trees she is gone,
spooked by a shadow,
that has her startled.
and I am terribly sad to see her leave,
and the image of her,
it stays in my eyes long after,
a great beauty to wonder upon,
a great beautiful memory,
a beautiful memory that in my heart,
and in my mind will always belong.