alyson... Alyson

the Sun highlights golden every strand of her hair
she shimmers in the Sun
with a face as white as angel's garb
she is an angel and she shines
the Sun reveals her true identity
beautiful as can be, she walks along the river
the final drops from a morning drizzle search to find her skin so soft
the clouds part to let the Sun unleash its beauty upon her
and she shines magnificent
a rainbow reaches out across the land for her and for a moment I see a fabulously multi-colored halo blazing above her shining form
so glorious it is I have to shield mine eyes though going blind to that would not be so bad
to have her shining image emblazoned in my mind forever
her soul shines its beauty and the world stops to look
strong, she could bring peace to this world full of strife
her eyes show her power
as bright as the Moon in the pitch black of the night sky
she is an angel and she shines


©1997 Matt Henderson 4/21/76


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