The Enlightenment

Sleep comes not.
Eyelids grow heavy.
Still the mind plots.
I must have her.

She - the elusive Elk,
Prancing around the edges,
Dancing under cover.
Twirling, laughing gleefully.

I - the tired hunter,
Beckoning, pleading, enticing,
Drawing her nearer,
Closer to the flame.

Shadows from the forest hide her.
Memories of the past
Providing comforting cover,
Yet leading slowly awry.

She teases, slips away,
Wary, enticed.
Daring to draw nearer,
Curious, she watches.

Pauses, uncertain,
Edging closer still.
Come and be mine.
Almost within my grasp.

Perhaps the triumph finally mine.
Patience, stillness.
Gently, silently, slowly,
Our eyes meet, gazing intently.

She bolts into the shadows.
I follow stealthily.
Flitting from shadow to shadow,
Closer still I draw.

The chase begins;
I lag behind. But who chases whom?
Appearances obvious,
Yet masqued in darkness.

She is the meat of my dreams.
I must hold her,
Taste her charms,
Join our two into one.

Each night the same endless flight,
Closer, carefully proceeding,
Only to dart away.
So close, yet so far away.

She leads for the joy of the chase.
Persistently, unerringly she goes,
Every move calculated.
I weary, slow the pace.

Unable to continue, I doze.
Lightly I percieve.
Exhaustion sets in,
I slumber, heavily.

I awaken at first light,
Her scent permeating me.
Startled, I find her
Curled in my arms.

Snuggled in comfort, protection,
Warmth, two into one.
Happiness, hope renewed,
Nestled securely, unafraid.

She knowingly smiles,
Love radiating from glimmering eyes.
A beaming smile, deep,
From within the soul.

The glow erupts, brilliance.
Love blooms and grows.
Sunshine pales
Her beauty magnificent.

The chase has ended??

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