|Image copyrighted by KJ Halliday|
'She walks in beauty like the night'
(as Byron's words behold my sight)
like a blazing fire stepping upon
the clouds doth tremble and softly moan
her golden hair soars in ecstasy
letting the breeze touch with fantasy
she is a magic, a soft-spoken dame
as heaven sighed when unperceived her name.
(This poem has been posted in association with One Stop Poetry Challenge. The beautiful image has been shot and copyrighted by KJ Halliday)