Aura Belle Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Across the beach, She stood so tall..
Arms spread wide, in meditation..
Balancing Her innerself, without doubt or hesitation..
Her hair hung on Her pallid cheeks, like seaweed, on a clam..
And the colors of the rainbow played, gently on Her hands..
In thought, I asked, 'why dost thy veil such and Angelic face..'
Perhaps to hide Her girlish chaste..
A slight breeze passed, and picked Her up, and
obscured Her out of sight..
I've tried to remember that fleeting moment, with
all my inner might..
Blessed is the memory, of a Nirvana, meant to frame..
And Aura Belle, Sweet Aura Belle, was her misty name..