7 May 2012
A glance thru my window
Revealed to me
A calm, still morning
For all to see
A field of green
Beside a lake
Layer of mist
A spell to break
A dog walker
His faithful hound
Carrying a stick
His master'd found
Then you walked past
Then and there
You seemed to float
Upon the air
Beautiful face
Your long hair
Of all else
I didn't care
Who is she?
Time may tell
And did she glance
My way as well?
Glance • Opuss № I