She had practiced walking from her dream,
She made quiet and measured footfall as the fall of petals,
Her eyes were dark, soft and romantic as those of a poet,
And with every new twist, they widened with new wonder,
A mask of concentration was spread all over her face,
It was as if she was willing for every wish to appear,
The soft early wind pushed her forward despite herself,
It fired her desire that was beyond thought and sweetness
The path was filled with deathly hollow and an infinite narrowness,
Every turn carried a strange mystery that only seemed to deepen hers,
On her sides, lay ravishing splashes of colors from standing tall trees,
They had began to flower, orange, yellow and green coloring,
The perfectness of the beauty they represented was too real!
She halted amidst her steps to fight back the tears springing in her eyes,
She was unprepared for the cascades of tears dripping her cheeks,
That morning was so freshly new that she could see her breath,
The beauty, tenderness and love of the universe surprised her
She willed her strength of discovering the meaning of her life,
She was searching for her happiness and that is all that mattered,
She was beyond the tyranny of time and was floating in it,
She was completely and totally absorbed in the vision of her,
The golden-yellowed strings of sunlight reflected that vision,
They were slow and achingly beautiful like the tunes of a violin
Aston kamunde 