Strange Meeting
It seemed that out of battle I escaped.
Courage was mine, and I had a mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had a mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair.
Now men will go content with what they spoiled
But silently she turns her head:
The truth untold and all their battles fail.
©Roxolana Zigon
24-03-2019