She's waiting on a miracle to come
or so wind whispered in my easy ear.
She's bathing naked in the springly flood
her cherry blossomed breasts dance so sincere.
Her confidence is eagles soaring high,
her sympathies are seldom ever reached.
On candid mornings where the sun does rise
her hair does sparkle long and flowing free.
A dance a bath, so few can ever have
the beauty captures movement so serene,
a spell on me for holding flowers in my grasp.
I join her slowly holding in my breath,
embracing calmly living in the scent.
