Former Times

They described to me a former time.
A woman appeared in a foggy night.
A friend of mine saw her smile.
Her long black cloak blew in the wind.

The moon rose above her.
Her hair shimmered mysteriously.
Her eyes reflected the rising beacon.

It was a tranquil night of peace.

Her beauty transfixed my friend.
I wish I could see her.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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