For others-
She was perceived an enigma
They even further thought
She should be shunned
Everyone saw she was different
Most fear the queer unknowns
Seldom being attentive
To anything not their preference
Or not under their control
But for me-
She was divine beauty- truly
Wildly and yet most refrained
Being reveled in glimpses
Like rare sparkles of a diamonds
When prismatic sunlight cascades
And I- admired her from afar
Sometimes getting lost in awe
Ignoring even time as it ticked on
She taught me about art
In my many of mini-lessons
The pristine kind seen in motion
And caught only by perchance
Life gifts in mere micro-seconds
And fewer human minds
Acknowledge so instantaneously
Retain and relish indefinitely
She- like a muse inspired poetry
Colorful words that seemingly
And esoterically came out of no where
Appearing on sheets, white lien, inked
She had that effortless affect
If for no one else, certainly for me
She’ll always be present in my presence
And I suspect long after my departure
I could be wrong, in bias preference
Thinking we shared a connection- love
Unseen or heard yet felt, deep within
She changed me for the betterment
Innately for me I’ll permanently feel
As if she existed- just to touch…my soul
Poet of the Light © 2018
I’ve known this feeling. It does remain.
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