Crossing Paths

She arose from the grass.
Beauty cloaked in black.
Lips red, hair brown,
cascading down her back.
An most exquisite creature.
Luminance--with an aristocratic air.

I bid her greetings and service.
A cautious yes, the heavens did oblige.
The talk was quaint and nameless.
A royal companion, possibly true,
if not forever--please Lofn intercede!
Our quest complete with a reluctant farewell.
I watched beauty melt into grass,
and thanked Sjofn for the crossing of our paths.

 

 

Lofn, Viking goddess who smiles upon illicit unions.
Sjofn, Viking goddess who inspires human passion.

 

September, 1997