Lady Labyrinth In the evening sun I see her as she runs from me, ethereal, lithe, delicate. Along privet passages and dark lanes. Through the golden grasses, throughout the bubbling stream, through the warm rain and the bright meadow. I see her fleetingly, a stolen glimpse, a heel or a hand or her hair flowing in the sunset, her skin perfect in the moonlight. And her lips laugh lightly, her joy echoing through the still air. Her scent calls me on, exotic, narcotic and feral. The hunt is on! Is she animal or angel or devil? Or siren, calling me to my end? Or the chorus of my dawn? Will I reach her heart? Or will we run forever like the sun and moon, the buck and the doe? I run on, breathless and alive, rising and falling, before She lifts me again. I stumble on. She is ahead, to the right, maybe to the left, maybe behind, above and below, but always out of reach.