In shimmering waves of light
she gazed out across
rhythmic time
feeling every heart-beat
of the world.
Through a mist clearing
instinctivly she knew
she was part of something
so much bigger than she’d
ever dreamed.
In the quest for stillness
(or, so it seemed to be)
she found the one that is
meant for all of us
to see
and,
a broken arrow lay upon
the pages turned
to remind her of the pain
of lessons learned and
wisdom gained from
acceptance of
the same.
In a state of grace
she spread her wings
silent,
to the nights embrace
and with a most ethereal touch
caused sweet sensations to wake
like hairs upon a nape
rise naked to the flame.
Filled with such a passion
she will never forget the
only divine expression we
mortals have is pure and
selfless love
and,
to become love itself is
the epitome of life.
~**~
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