The Sacred Path

This poem needs some work and was created prior to Feb 2005

I walked along the sacred path not knowing where to go,
When my eyes caught a shimmer of beauty far below.
I quickened my pace down the path and what did my eyes behold,
But a lovely young lady quick on her feet with hair of reddish gold.
I said not a word or even breathe for fear it was a dream,
But in my heart, I could tell, We'd make a perfect team.
Slowly I moved before her and took her hand in mine,
And at that moment she smiled at me and I knew everything was fine.
We walked along the sacred path not knowing where we'd go,
But hand in hand, we'll take a chance, and just follow with the flow.