Tatum's Transitory Tales
entranced by a beautiful, bewitching spirit
The Woman By The Stream
I find myself enraptured
with the woman by the stream,
to watch her on her fleeting path
feels like I'm in a dream.
When mist and Sun converge at dawn,
she dances as she nears.
I stand in breathless awe, and stunned
before she disappears.
An ageless face, a flowing gown,
a sound is never heard;
without the slightest utterance,
no, not a single word!
Entranced by stylish elegance,
as though from centuries past,
perhaps she walked this way
the day that came to be her last.
Alas, my soul will languish here
before this lovely mime,
for all my days, or 'til she fades,
this vision caught in time.
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