The forrest knew
And as she stood there smiling
I held my breath
head
Suspended from star strings
Gazing at her wilderness
Of wild eyes
Tangled hair put up in briar patchwork
With bees swimming in that golden halo
Forrests erupting from the palms of her hands
And god staring back at me
With her everything
My constellation-roof
Supporting what feeble head was left
To think
And then let go
To be
To feel
To ‘See’
All that Grace
All that Everything
In one Being
One radiant shining
Godly Beauty