She was his jewel,
unearthed, an opal
with the luminescence
of a rare smaragd,
reflections cast
upon the skies
and into human eyes
enriching all,
and playing music
to the peasants' ears.
Her presence pleased the men,
her ambience reached
through borders
and the raging seas,
they drank the air,
absorbing droplets
of her hidden soul
and she would pause
up on the lonely ridge
and smile to them,
to all who were in need
of Royal company.
It has been said
that centuries went by
and that all time had passed
forever, never to return.
And she had been
a chosen one...
had left a silent nod
and then,
without a doubt
had gone.
Herbert Nehrlich 2
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chosen-one/
