she came upon me

in daylight clear

with large watery

hazel eyes

and a beaming smile

that magically lit up

the universe

 

she had a

commanding presence

she whispered quietly

and said to me

let me take you

by the hand

and guide you

to the place

where I go

in my dreams

 

she held my hand

in her warm

comforting hand

and lead me

to a vast

open moorland

 

it was a featureless

green desert

with no dunes

but it was littered

with a labyrinth

of well trodden paths

 

she stopped besides

a sandstone boulder

and pointed at

the thousand paths

snaking in

all directions

 

and said

no matter which

path I take

I always

come back here

perhaps it isn't

the time

to be there yet

 

one day I shall

find the path that

will lead me there

of that

I'm certain

 

waiting for me

at the end

of the road

will be St Peter

with wide open

welcoming arms

to take me through

the gates

of my Creator's mansion

 

and we

may meet there

one day

 

then she vanished

into the silvery evening

haze enveloping

the barren moorland

letting me find

my own way back