Her grace and beauty blew in like a warm wind
Caressing the soul of one's creativity,
Raising blooms wherever she touched.
A blessing so powerful heaven could tear open with one thought and rain joy or tickle with delight!
With the same breath a tornado of hard hitting truths could lay down to rest when lyrically wrought
a gentle awakening from slumber
Without objection one would invite her careful dissection, the intimate eye of her perception
Her love is fierce as it is gentle, a stinging healing tincture
And she vanished just like the wind
But the feeling is indelibly there
And I fear always will be in memory only
And if so she unwittingly took my breath with her
On that stellar journey where were so destined to have met.
So I will go on in suspense looking around every corner of every page for signs of her,
incase she decides to breeze in in that cool way she does and washes every eye anew.
I miss you already.