How could i ever forget

You waded in the early dawn,

looking frightened,

and somehow sad.

well, all beautiful things seem sad,

in some way, tragic.

you stretched your delicate fingers,

and smoothed your long hair.

down the fingers went,

running like a comb through your hair,

as the waters rippled calmly,

my heart was racing,

never have my eyes beheld,

such a wonder,

your shoulders,

that waist.

oh, to be a smooth pebble,

carressing your toes,

oh, to but brush away the grey sand,

upon your feet.

the reverie was broken,

as the dawn red turned to yellow,

as the full light came out, from the waters,

and the sun rose,

and you, turning into a Honda Civic,

feet to wheels, hair to windsheild.

you drove off, Honda Civic,

and left me mesmerised.

why such midrange?

of all such automobiles,

why such a so-so thing?

you will not tell me.

i returned to the lake side,

many times hence,

seen many cursed or willful damsles,

turn to something else,

swans, weeping willows,

a vespa or two,

but never you.

never again.