she swims through waves of rapture
flight atop glowing tides that rise
into the inner spells she makes
creates the expectations
that adorn her world
with sparkles like the springtime rain
with winsome wonder as new lain snow
and in the fall of a feather from a clear blue sky
she makes signs to lift the weary
she bends birth and purpose
into fearless reckoning of the ends
joined in the cycle of being
its curse of loneliness and blessing of love
In fear, we never stop searching it
and when found we cannot rest
for it stirs the spirit into hunger for more;
we move in the motion of all things,
as the great wheel carries us;
we hold it as close as breath
Now and forever, the light in her eyes
love is the greatness in the most elegant space;
when the night renders itself into a flower
and she waits at the petal's edge
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