High above in the abode of clouds
Enshrouded in a mist veil
Draped in the iridescence of the rising sun,
The beauteous maiden walks on the horizon
Her face aglow with the radiance of a golden hue
And the freshness of the morning dew,
Tumbling cascades of black velvet,
Glowing with the sheen of the shy mignonette
Redolent of youth and beauty
The usherer of hope and mystery
She paves the way for eternal happiness……..
I wrote this poem 17 years ago in my dawn-
struck Elizabeth Gilbert moment….
