Lady Of The Sky
She stands on the eastern shore
with cheeks like the dawn of day
and hair like blazing fire.
Her dress glows like gossamer
in shades of yellow and peach and blue,
as she gracefully raises from her sleep.
She is the infatuation of many men
yet she lingers tantalizingly
just outside their grasp.
They are left simply gazing at her splendour,
so brilliant, nary an eye has captured
the full impact of her radiance.
She moves with such alluring grace;
her gown flowing behind her in the breeze,
until she finally reaches her destination.
And there, she lays herself down to sleep,
beside the dark pools of night,
until the dawn of the next new day.
march 2002
