Royalty

Marylou Mansfield

She stood on the tallest dune,
facing the raiment of sunset,
garbed in robes of diaphanous gold,
fluttering in evening breezes
like fanning wings of the hummingbird,
glittering like a thousand stars
on a moonlit night.

She felt of royal nobility,
supremely loved and adored,
in complete harmony,
of soul and heart,
right in spirit.

Arms outstretched,
eyes closed,
she lifts on her toes
wishing to float luxuriously
into the glow of the sun
dipping into water’s edge.