She Walks

She walks like a poem in her ambient light
Kissing the earth with firefly footsteps
Trailing blue bright among the happy stones
With prescient breeze parting neatly to greet
And playfully lap the lengths of her hair;
A soft sheen, delicate essence sublime –
To touch, to feel a spiritual azure,
Numb tender warmth, a baptismal sky-blur,
Lambent air-water breath from her petals,
Silent, filling life’s cup, spilling the rest.
Infinity reduced into her eyes
Of sacred hazel constant moonrise,
And Grace drapes the shadowless landscape as
She walks like a poem in her ambient light.

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