Uma

The time had come
I had to leave
with a mind devoured
by mixed emotions
opportunity had
for a fleeting moment
attracted the company
of guilt and fear

As I left behind
the functional masonry
the tall trees seemed
to bow in gloom
It had to be done
No search had an ending
I comforted myself
with tales from the past

And then I saw her

For a moment I felt
like a wounded knight
on a borrowed horse
feigning glory
And she, an enchantress
from a Medieval tale
All shrouded in Myth
and Mystery

Frozen in time
I waited
As she grew larger
in stately grace
Sun beams that escaped
the looming prison
caressed her face
and her cloak of black gold

Her eyes seemed to question
my need to explore
while her frail hand offered me
comfort and strength
In a flash it was gone
emotions concealed
We returned
to the cave seclusion.