Poetic License: Please, not another valentine
(The Wood Nymph)
From the forests of reverie
She calls again to me,
Dryad of my dreams,
Forever young and timeless,
Radiant in the heavy light.
She lures me through thick brush
And stands of trees
To lie with me beside the brook
And we begin to love each other
As always before —
Alas, she will not let me see
Beyond her mask, her magic lies in mystery.
If I pull her mask to set her free
Gone will she be and gone my reverie —
And trees of the forest will cry out to me:
“La ninfa del bosque no est aqu.”
ArtPoem: Joseph Pacheco
Inspired by Artist Ava Roeder
ArtPoems celebrates its 10th Anniversary on Saturday, February 27th, 7:00 PM at BIG Arts Schein Hall