I lost her by
The silver lakey
light of the moon
Even lost her
At blisteringly bright
high noon
And when she returned
By my curious flank
Se was changed
Different somehow
Strange
Her heart had matured
And taken full charge
Powerful, present, clear...
Yet not living large
She found peace
And ruled with wisdom
For all the personalities
In her kingdom
She’d made friends
With her thoughts
Emotions felt,
Not fought
When the sweet sun set again
She told me compassionately
Friend:
“I’ve come from distant lands
To share my craft, my art
Passionately making with knowing hands
Beauty in realms of Earth
Sowing seeds of understanding
Fertile souls
Awaiting
Rebirth..”
And so it was.
I became
One with her
And all
She does