Sunset Siren
A woman sits upon a bench
watching the setting sun
noting as golden reds
and pearl oranges faint
flit cross the clouds fair
a silhouette of grace
she glows, like solar art
As night birds soar and dart
I watch her lovely face
and the way winds toss her hair
perfect, so time can’t taint
and I ache to take her to bed
but will wait, till day is done
oh how passions wrench
Beautiful!!