By Josie Whitehead www.whiteheadm.co.uk
As I sat upon a rock one day
And gazed across the shore
The thunderous ocean flung its surf
Amidst its tumultuous roar.
A figure slowly came in sight –
A woman dressed in white -
With flowing hair of chestnut
She was a vision of delight.
The clouds above cast shadows
Across the golden sand;
Devilish sunbeams danced around
As if at her command.
I heard her voice, which rose and fell
And floated on the wind
“An angel would but sing as she
If the angels really sing.”
No one else could steal my heart
As she was stealing mine –
With her strangely mystic movements
I felt completely lost in time.
And whilst the thought of angels
Flicked quickly through my head,
My angel lady disappeared
And left an empty beach instead.
I searched the beach, eyes transfixed,
To see again this beauteous form,
But all that was left of my lady fair
Were waves crashing in the storm.
Copyright 2007