The water swirled, slowly, as first a slender pale limb,
broke the surface of the river. Inch by inch rising
gracefully she appeared, skin of alabaster, eyes of violet,
hair the color of the sky above, a gently curving nose
turned up at the tip, full pouting lips, wrapped in a
heart shaped face. Her clothes were of gold that formed
themselves to her body giving the illusion that she wore nothing.
The hem cascading around her slender feet affording
a phantom platform on which she appears to stand. Her
otherworld beauty capturing the attention and the hearts of all
those who chanced to see this vision in gold.
Higher she floats on currents unseen to rise upward
from view. Leaving all below to gape in wonderment at
the vision and to love a dream.