She Poem by Ronald James de Langen

A silvery silhouette on a morn so clear,
On a beautiful morn for this time of year.
Through the clearing did she appear.
A singsong of doves her voice on the ear.
This apparition dost make clouds in her wake.
A glance towards me I thought, did she take?
A ghost of my mind, perhaps did she fake
that slim smile I thought she did partake?
Closer and closer the apparition doth come,
Where I wonder this angel on earth from?
My words and abilities have flown and gone numb,
A vision so sweet have faculties undone.