Her blonde hair locks froliking amongst the beach breeze
Afar yet her ambrosian lyrics brings my heart back home
Her ariose voice, feels like a whispered secret just for me
Her melancholy strain aurifying the dark lead ocean

Men and women lying supine
admiring the emperyal blue of the sky
raise in sync as she passes by;
“She is beauty beyond words’’

As the play comes to an end,
So does the serene moonlit night
The curtains of the night sky closing

The ephemeral pleasure
Ends yet echoing in my mind
the euphoria of her delicate voice,


© jane_doe