She walks the walk
of a hundred dawns
where moonlight fades
and sunlight spawns
She wades the waters
where sorrows dwell
created by heartache
whence teardrops fell
Her dress is mist
covering skin of dew
a ghostly aura
an invisible hue
Beside her strolls
a dream once had
where love ran deep
and none were sad
Smiles and laughter
float across the air
beckoning many
warning lover beware
Ahead is darkness
vast and wide
behind, yesterdays joy
swept out with the tide
Off to one side
hope floats by
followed by faith
whispering none will die
Her fingers brush
the wet warm well
as she remembers when
her own tears fell
She sighs, pulling back
towards horizon bronze
and continues the walk
of a hundred dawns
© Leslie C Dobson
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