Alan L. Winters
I saw her first in profile silhouetted by the dawn
As she sat a table away in the outdoor café.
Her long hair flowed across her shoulders
Like a black silk scarf
Occasionally shifting in the breeze.
Sea gulls flew above
And pierced the silence with their laughter
As if mocking my adoration
For a friend whose name I did not know.
Was she real
Or merely the manufactured image of a perfect dream?
Jamaican sunrises and silhouetted women…
Angels appear in such varied forms.
©Copyright by Alan L. Winters (Date Unknown)
Author’s Note: This is one of my vision poems. While I was casing mail one night I saw this scene about 6 feet out in front of me… through solid metal.