Source of Wonder
by Nick Oldham
Firm yet elegant,
She sways in stride
Swinging to mirror her independence.
Serenity sweetly streaming,
The world falls to humility
Enjoying the breeze she creates.
Her hair flies free-
Unbridled beauty of brown
Brushing soft shoulders.
A creation of mystery,
Her smile controls all
In a polished ruby frame
Surrounding pictures of virgin white.
Crashing waves continuously flow
Filling such eyes of life:
A glimpse of youthful passion.
So lost am I,
Contained by love-struck perception.
An intense gaze, watching,
Her image finds my mind.
If nothing more,
A simple rationale:
This the source of wonder--
A man's precious dream.