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 William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.