by Tristram Tuna, September 1998
I met a dark and beautiful lady.
Her skin was golden and smooth as silk.
Her eyes were clear pools -
The dark, brown water welling from her soul.
I reached out to stroke her shining, black hair
And she dissolved into smoke,
Blowing away on a breeze as if she had never been
And I was left alone as never before.
Please visit our Charity Web Shop
- there is something for everyone, including CDs, DVDs, books, wine, toys, cars, furniture, holidays and flights. Every purchase made from the Web Shop brings in commission for our charity for the blind.