Glimmer

Silken hair loose and flowing in the cool evening breeze

Moving as a ocean smooth with neither tide or storm

Cascading as she turns her head eyes catching glint of moon

The glimmers give a joyous dance for she might match their beauty
The winds catch speed and seem to swirl around her

Jealous that any other may savor such a touch

And battle against any man who would dare to approach her
My awed eyes cannot but stare and my mind cannot but wander

From where this angel has arrived and why let herself be seen

For in such light she puts the world to shame

Let any man claim simple lust or pursuit for simple game
This one will stand above and never caught in such simple ways

For the whole world does not but lover her and she deserves nothing less

For the beating of her heart is pure and the sweetness of her body warm
Should she look upon a man as me I can put pray

That I may have it in me to give such love as she deserves

And that she may love me too.

By Richard Herring (Age 18)