The Kiss

The Kiss

Evening's chill is kept at bay
As swept in sleeper's sheets
He lay aslumber, his cares away
And deepest dreams he greets

Not a sound but running river
Cricking crickets perform
Not a chance that he might shiver
For in his rest, he's warm

The slightest rustle of green blades
The tiniest turn of shielding tent
As she enters hidden, within shades
Creeping to an overbearing descent

Staring soft, she watches him
As he lies in slumber deep
Ne'er had she seen such a thing
That she would want to keep

Leaning in, her heart beats fast
Unlike herself, she felt tonight
Though no spell had e'er been cast
She could not forget the sight

Her heart a captive of this man
She leaned closer for a kiss
Over his sleeping lips hers ran
Never had she felt like this

Eyes opened slowly, as he awoke
She sprang back from the elf
Gone was she, before he even spoke
Before he even knew himself

What had occurred this fateful eve?
Was it something much more new?
Something that he could not percieve
An emotion that he had never knew

She sat alone, staring out
Unto the river's run
Her heart full of hope and doubt
Until arose the sun