Agile she flutters through the winds and leaves
Neatness forgone as she fly’s to a gateway of semi perfection.
I see you with soul shut, mind open, spinning in a circle.
Just as you are.

The sun sinks, rays outstretched.  
Sky envy’s the swiftness of her hair, water craves the flow of her fingers      
Only the dirt is content with the dance of her feet.
This way and that.

The wind plays with her in symphony of joy.
All of nature pulsing with the simple pleasure of her presence.
This is all I am allowed to take from her.
Then she smiles.

I sit under the shelter of a tree, the shadow protects me from the shrapnel of her beauty.
As it bounces off the timeless leaves of grass.
Mistress of the colors that you command so effortlessly.
Never slowing down.

Sparks that would be jagged, now glide peaceful from your eyes.
No longer colliding with the earth, fearing that they will never see you again.
Bright blue globes absorbing her surroundings with delight.
Even as I see her.

Then the moment is over.