She dances with the breeze
In a meadow fair
Sunlight plays and catches
With the flowers in her hair
He hides enraptured amongst the trees
Taken with the tranquil site
Her beauty so luminescent
Framing a face of porcelain white
She sings in hushed whispers
A voice as soft as snow
Closing his eyes, he drifts away
Invisioning angels all aglow
He will take her by the hand
Sit by a sparkling stream
Steal a glance, steal a kiss
Lay her down gently in a sunbeam
…it was only a dream…
Very pretty imagery. Enchanting.
Thank you very kindly Elizabeth for reading and leaving such a lovely comment-Blessings, Suzanne
Heart soothing pretty and enchanting ink. Loved it.