Wyboston

She said she awoke, and 
Before she'd even spoken 
Dipped a pen. 
My Fantastical Welsh Scribe

And I have images of her
Within the longing vestiges of my - poet's soul

Once I witnessed her as she watched 
The moon and lake of Wyboston, then
In an instant, though all time stopped
Our feet drew close and she watched -
Even her sandaled feet;

As if an Oracle on Agaen shores lay 
That pale Hellenic woman, in Celtic throws
The one I will remember...