Poem: The Beauty Within

She tosses her hair
flowing in the
late summer's winds
as free as she wants to be.

With eyes closed
and a tilted head,
poised -- towards the sky,

a squinting smile
glimmering
in the fainting sun,

arms dangling,
welcoming the dawn of dusk;
and glowing --
from
the beauty within.

Shabazz Wilson
9-17-08