She floats free of time carrying our hopes
for love, joy and celebration as her delicate
grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is
everywhere and all you have to do is open
your eyes.

Every personal connection has meaning and
a reason and laughter is life's sweetest creation
and with brave wings she flies realizing that
spiritual knowing will never have a written
understanding.

She glitters, half guessed, half seen above
her surroundings and over her home a flashing
blip and she's gone and she lends to the eye
if this - a sunbeam giving the air a kiss.

A flash of harmless lightening, a mist of rainbow
dyes, the burnished sunbeams brightening as
if from flower to flower she flies knowing that
only from the heart can you touch the sky.

She sips the sweet moments and lets her true
colors glow and doesn't get her feathers ruffled
over little things as she just wings it, taking
herself lightly, knowing that good things
sometimes comes in small packages.

How the mind can fly, hovering for that everlasting
love light, a love that excites and connects with
her soul as she flutters here with a twitter there
like a hummingbird in flight prying for the sweetest
nectar and crying out to catch more than trite.

Underlying is her sugary passion as she darts in
fright in a tangle of steaming energy, alluring
nectar she seeps with all her might as she lets her
heart love tenderly.

She welcomes a ****** day and after reaping rewards
of a long journey, she decides it is time to rest and
play and after watching the light as it dwindles
into a dome, she must fly now, back to the place
she calls home.
                                                           ­        Jon York    2018