A Chant of Enchantment

She skated through seas of caressing night clouds –
A Valkyrie of evening skies,
Her eyes spoke silently – ever so loudly,
A warrior in lady’s disguise…

The flare of her hair and the flair of her spirit
Made the horizons to burn,
A charm pierced fiercely, a charm pierced dearly
My soul, and a story was born –

A tale of adventure to play on for centuries,
Skating and dancing through life,
In harmony with one another and nature,
A story of art and of love,

A world full of magic, benevolent danger
Hid back of her infinite eyes,
The skies whispered softly: “Your spark is unaging –
It dares and inspires, never dies…”

She skated through seas of infinity’s ballroom –
The Sun waltzed with the Moon,
A story unfolded in hues never boring,
A story of curious runes.

Her glance was a lance, gently piercing with laughter,
And magic was dancing inside,
Was I in Valhalla? Olympus? Hereafter?
But then I awoke with a sigh.

So faded the dream, the adventure, the beauty
Of whimsical Valkyrie dreams,
Though maybe, just maybe, no fancy is futile
And poems turn to milk honey streams…

Her eyes once again laugh with mischief and wonder,
Her hand brushes mine once again,
We race through the skies, through the calm and the thunder –
Life’s beautiful, curious game…