Centres: namaste

No news flies from Lady nature,

Waiting for you,

Waiting for you-

Her special daughter:

Do you know you wrote this poem?-

Absently- do you know the elemental, rock hard, damp burning flight, confused

Assembles, into your Form of Beauty?-

When I look, at your dusky form, of elemental beauty, this poesy is charged thru

In my madness, I’d believed our poetry shouting, biting, falling, and dying

Upon each passing moment of your way, heavenward, was me, a poet writing,

Is nothing, the world empty, I a fragment of glass, and us mortals, nature’s

Daughters and my poetry, fumbling for your spirit, is reflection, aimed heavenwise,

I realise you’re the poet, without you, I’m glass spirit, cut thru, without hue

As lady nature holds her breath,

Waiting on you

Her dusky daughter, your facet, pure verse,

About you