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



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