“her”
By: John C. Layton

There is a noble fierceness in her eyes.

From turbulent blue orbs with obsidian cores

Comes a solid gaze seizing within its surface

The reflection of a surrendered audience.

Her stare conveys a thousand miles walked

Within a foreign forest.

Whose distant spires reach, reveal

A shared direction upon separate soil to similar skies.

Their clamoring leaves joining in jocund applause

For this paradoxical union hosted in the heavens.

Though her laughter shows a happy heart,

It is her words that carve a better window.

Literature and life, images and archetypes linger on her lips.
Wisdom cloaked in humble attire,
Wonder held with deepest gladness,

And desire bridled with vibrant affirmations.
Her fellowship surrounds a sacred fire

Where hands and hearts are warmed

By truth and understanding --------- and joy.

Where smiles and nods exhibit an invisible embrace.
Yet hardships will fade such embers of delight

And leave a longing to be stirred again.

Consolation comes in a confident glance

That reminds the heart what will remain

For everlasting spirits that meet and go forever on.
Beyond long walk and the crossing of this life,

When private rendezvous are a mere remembrance,
Rooted paths will be traveled again.

The conversation will continue,

For this unity is sealed with a burning love

And set with the noble fierceness in our eyes.


The End.