Kindness is not
a weakness.

The body of who you are
cuts through the dimensional landscapes
easily shifting shapes,
pulling a glorious array of colours out of the ether.
Shedding skins and trying on thoughts for size and ideas for comfort.
There's no real perfect fit.
And that's the wonderful irony in the journey of self discovery.
You,  are a timeless beauty measured by the brilliant sparkle in your eyes!
A mind as a treasure trove to endless possibilities!
You float with the stars amongst angels,
as easily as you ground yourself in cool muddy river banks and worms.
Fireflies of whims draw you this way and that,
some sit still for a while and close enough to me so that i can drink you in
and sometimes when the wind whispers right,
follow you for an instant over the dimensional planes
untill I get scared and let go of your hand falling back to earth,
only to admire you like the ever shifting dancing aurora
buillding up the courage to chase you into the light again.

you are
breathtaking paintings displayed in museums,
therapeutic songs played with earphones on,
eloquent poems meant to make people feel.

you are
everything i love to admire
and
everything i cannot call mine.