Smell the lotus,
she is here.
Breathe her in:
slowly, fully.

Her light, traces, you will see,
You remember her smile,
and ahh.. those dimples;
she does not mind,
to keep you a muse.

Next time just let her know:
the lights dancing around her,
are for you to perceive.

She is here as always,
that tickling presence,
right at the tip of your nose.

Petals float gently to the ground;
all around,
and all is revealed,
bathed in morning light,
and just as easily
the retreat into tonight.