I met two shadows in a shadowed glade.
A place of darkness lit by poets’ hands;
The one was filled with history and hope,
The other young and yearning for a fire.
And then I came to meet these souls in Real.
Such light and gold that did those shadows make;
The one was all aglow with senses wild,
The other with her eyes all heaven made.
Such shadows melt, then in the heady room
There comes a gift that makes the knight unmade,
Then remade in a gladness with a fear;
To know that shadows hide such fearsome jewels;
Then gently does his shadow own withdraw
And pitches all his heart and self before.