She is far more intense- in terms of sunshine.
and moves like elegant poetry in motion,
the way an unseen breeze moves ever gently
through the leaves of unsuspecting trees- me.
Always in an undetermined speed- gesticulation
motivating the environment of the universe.
It’s almost as if it’s natures duty just to witness
her bare footprints, like a path of enlightenment
where-ever her wandering soul peregrinates.
And where scented flowers burst in perfume
as the world seems to be her private flower garden.
Who knows; maybe it is, and if so- I’m included.
She etches I am hers on the very fabric of my
soul, and truthfully, all I can do is grin and…wear it
Poet of the Light © 2018