She walks on water
Resting hands gently
Upon moonbeams
Refracted
Shifting
Between here and there
Now and then
She splits atoms
Across chasms of consciousness
Letting Divine play
Upon her curious quirky brow
She let’s wonder
Take her away to distant worlds
Where matter and time
Are one
And thoughtscapes
Are the language of Gods
Curious architecture she is
Walking on liquid thought
The most fluid linguist I’ve met
Dipping toes
Into rippling pools of moonbeams
Dancing across her words
A painters brush
Stroking ecstasy
In symbols
Of light