In Her Gown She Swam©

Her wintress's shroud of snow,

To live you let go.

To love you live;

in a dance,

To and fro.

She.

She dips her little tippy toe

by the edge of the water front

Of a broken stream;

she dreams.

To hold a heart in your hands

Is like building a world;

Out of sand.

A desert rose,

unyielding to snow.

Over yonder 

Now; onward she goes. 

By Alana Armstrong ©