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