On the edge of her yard, unknown to her parents,
led me away to her path rather errant.
She held my hands up to the clouds of Zeus
and took one last peek to the sorrow of spruce.
Perplexed was my mask, with her curtains, dispelled.
The girl reassured me that all will be well.
Looking away one more time, she flaunted her pain
and from behind the curtains, pouring rain.
Around her neck a charm of hope
that glistened from its thin, black rope
lit with power that surged for miles.
The curtains lifted all the while.
Awestruck as I was, I held my head high
and channeled her power through trembling thighs.
Taking one last glance at the tree of despair
I knew that name would be skewed and impaired.
“Close your eyes” were the words of the wise
and as commanded I shrouded the skies.
A strong breeze crashing from the west
nearly fractured the grasp held by strength’s best.
Unaware of my surroundings, why have I placed trust
in some girl I haven’t known, but in ten seconds, lust?
Trust turned to woe, and woe into awe,
as I opened my eyes to incoherent law.
Eyes were wide as I witnessed the power
this girl kept hidden in terrible cower.
Time travel! A magnificent shock
that I, and her, entered the Age of the Rock.
In a full circle I admired the extent
of hills and valleys of an era extinct
yet alive at this moment. The world
revived by the timeless girl.
Primitive streets dug out by hand
and houses of stone scattered through the land.
How had this girl acquired this power
and why take me when we’ve been less than an hour?
She turned to me, and taking my hand,
ran towards the sun settled over the land.
I looked at her smile, and from cheek to cheek,
recovered from sadness, face lacking creeks.