She Walks in the Light
She walks in the light
As the sunset radiates around on her hair
Like a vision to be held
In reverence of elegance, glare and flair
She treads with a glow
As the sun bathes her skin and silhouette
Like a scene from a dream
In admiration with esteem and etiquette
She moves with a rhythm
As the sunshine outlines her form
Like a picturesque view
That’s soft, steady, ready and warm
Of all the dreams you could ever have
Nothing prepares you for that lovely sight
When the fine line between reverie and reality breaks
And your fantasy…
Walks in the light








This is sweet. “She moves in rhythm as the sun outlines her form.” I enjoyed this.
Thank you Fia. It’s been a while since I’ve written so I’m was trying to get into the “groove” of things too.
Beautifully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian. I’m trying to find my groove back.