Stems from you, my muse

You stem – butterfly still in sunlight, tree journeys in wind-

Suspended forever – in my heart, unmapped, running wild,

In world beginning

These long feelings like Sundays, glide into my heart,

From my heart’s gaze,

A long tale pours out,

You rose upon my history, wave on yogin sitting,

Blended, woven in elements, wave – a woman sitting,

As two ere we met, a story,

You stem – where just to blend two words together, fused

Batting eyelids

Brings rain or sunshine, in the eyes flashing – blends natural science, with goddess’ mythology