14 April, 2011
Once upon a morning dew
your hair was sunlight lit,
eyes of sapphire blue jewels
the fruit of ruby red upon your lips.
I could not help but wonder
what made the day glow bright,
was it your face of beauty
or the sun's intense orange light?
So I set out to explore them
gifts as sweet as these,
the door had been opened to me
I meant to go inside, be pleased.
Oh, woman of the morning light
You came to dance and sing, with me
for we could enjoy the rays of sun
In a bright prism to be as one.
Copyright Denise A White