The Woman of Beauty

I saw her in the busy city.
Her hair was jet black.
Her dress had a silver sheen.
Her perfection was dazzling.

She sang an ancient song.
Her voice was full of power.

She looked up to see me watching.

The spell was broken suddenly.
The air around me was still.
I awoke weak and trembling

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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