I met Sylvia by a laughing stream
One broken fragment of a summer’s day,
She floated to me, a sylph born of a dream,
Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;
A hint of perfume on the incensed air,
Sweet ardor smoldering in the golden sun
With eyes afire, her simple soul laid bare—
I fair rejoiced in triumph seeming won.
Warm flowered lea soft embered into night,
While sighs of love enraptured in a swoon,
Her naked skin slim silvered in faint light,
Cascading hair now rivulets of the moon;
And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned:
Of love or lust two hearts lay unconcerned.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
