Standing by the road under the bough, that eve my gaze lingered, as she wafted her way through as slow and as silent as waves on the sea approaching the shores.
She strode. Her lustrous hair, every strand of which resplendent in the red of the dusk Her skin, with that unearthly glow complementing the setting sun. So rich in life and hope. Her feet, immaculate, monumental, a walking dream.
Still, I stood and time too as she, with a casual jerk, half turned to me met my roving eyes and her lyrically lovely lips almost imperceptibly acknowledged my existence.
Shadows lengthened and she disappeared into the dark. Divinity took a new meaning as I still stood still, immovable, but not unmoved.