Sitting atop God's beautiful mountain, I
had a visionary dream..
I know not where she came from, but
saw her moving along through the orchards
in the morning, and along the roads
throughout the day..
Planting and plucking wisdom like oranges..
She carried the sun in a small basket
behind her eyes..
She spoke through them on planes of light..
I saw her from a distance, as she spoke about
nature to me through a screen of flowers..
She painted indelible words on the canvas
of my mind..
She made magic pictures out of the frames
of reason..
She wove music out of the sounds of being..
I was bound for hours in the fine fabric of
her aura..
I tried, at best, to capture her soul, as I began
to sketch her mysterious image in my mind..
But at twilight she began to fade, and by
evening she was gone..
Leaving only a memory..