NIGHT LIGHT

Mrs. Wilmot was a beauty, long dark hair, a lovely face. Eyes that sparkled oh so brightly, as she walked with style and grace. On that night the stars were out, the sky devoid of any clouds. Her radiance was all he saw, above the fancy social crowd. Her glow was night time at its best, a tint of mid-night blue with zest. So fetching, he was in dismay. there was no trace of gaudy day. His thoughts of her he had to write. She had walked in beauty, like the night. And so he did quite beautifully, his work remains,for all to see. .