Still I wonder if i'm the mystery
within her meter.
Whether or not she missed me enough
to recreate my existence
using her stanza.

I felt her last night-
Essence spilled through my pen
filling my journal
creating,
ART.

Art emanates we,
Art emanates Life so
WE lived last night.
Under starlit skies and winters breeze.

Naught has changed, Nor will it ever.
Forever-
...Master Mistress of My Universe.


-Danielle.a.watson