She often yearns
to run & fly,
this breathless siren,
a wilderness woman,
talented temptress,
sensitive spirit,
kindred.
Shimmering as she moves
through Time & Space,
eyes flashing fierce flames,
her elegant allure
& grace
defines her presence.
Yet, she remains ever humble,
passionate in her caring,
knowing well
the depths of darkness,
the storms of sorrow,
the intensity of first light.
Her wings wide
with anticipation,
she embraces
everyone & everything
with tearful gratitude,
aware of precious moments
sacred inside this glorious span
of sudden infinity.
She is wandering within the mist,
not quite here, not quite there...
Yet, she longs for us to know
the peaceful beauty
surrounding us
always
as she loves...
Adding your comment:
'Tis yours & none other's, my Sister. I'm so happy you like it, Sweetie. I'm goin' to bed now, Li. Don't wear yourself out, my Friend...Get some rest when (& while) you can. 'Member, this place IS addictive & sucks time from the universe. 
And I know those darlin' boys of yours will have you tusslin' & runnin' in no time...'specially that tall, handsome, impatient one. 
. Beautiful...there is life and love in your words.
