Aura Belle

Across the beach, She stood so tall

Arms spread wide, in meditation

Balancing Her inner self 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 an 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