There she is again,
accompanied,
by orangish lines of sunshine,
flowing,
along her face her form crystalline.

There she is again,
appearing as a vision does,
when one's searching for the soul,
beautifully majestical,
wild as the wind that blows,
many try but none are identical,
she is utterly unique,
a kindred spirit,
I am in awe at something so great,
I am both intrigued and I fear it,
like the appearance of a mighty Blue Whale,
when in the deep blue and you swim near it,

I desire to communicate in communion,
with the essence of her spirit,
it feels like a first time reunion,
yet I fear my words will be incoherent,

what words can I say to her,
how does one speak to God?

Translations,
are inadequate,
she is,
a living Angelic Artifact,

all of that…

And I think all of this,
as she passes by,

I,

wish,

there were more than mere words,
for she is more than mere mortal,
let us light up in brilliant light,
then blast off into the portal,

magical,
sensational,
inspirational,
gravitational,

she­ is the source,
of all inspiration,
she can keep one on course,
or lose one's concentration,

these are all thoughts I think,
as she draws near,
I better think of something to say quick,
before she forever disappears…


∆aron L∆ Lux ∆