Who is She?
This sublime Lady of the nighttime of my soul.
She who holds court over dreams,
Dominion over every fantasy.
Otherworldly, She shimmers through the vanilla
dimension on a breeze of pure glamour.
She, the bright light, the flame that draws the
dazzled moth; one here who used to be cocooned
and grounded, aware only of cold autumn leaves
and grey skies, until transformed forever by Her touch;
the death before the re-birth into warm fragrant spring,
on gossamer wings, so fragile, yet destined
ever to be drawn to Her fire.
Who is She?
One who causes sleepless nights and fevered brow,
secret smiles and quiet contemplation.
Should i stop trying to make sense of Her,
wondering what makes Her tick, or why
She brings such intense pleasure through pain?
Perhaps She just 'IS'.
My Dear Beautiful enigma,
Captor of my imagination,
sweet Lady of my twilight dreams,
liberator of my spirit;
keeper of my soul...
MiCamino
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