She

She,

remains out of focus,
an elusive portrait hard to find,

etched deep in the innermost recesses of my mind.

she,

strays into view, a mirage,
a burnished silhouette, an imperceptible blur,

though through miles and years, my soul has been infused by her.

she,

fills the void, the fragments of my days,

a welcome guest,
sifting emotions from empty space.

she,

caresses my scribbles in the singing breeze, dancing with effortless grace,

my odes hardly deserving, as they vanish without a trace.

she,

renders me mute,
a wild dreamer of sultry thoughts, sensuous visions, enveloping and warm,

as we travel far, far away, from the cacophony of the swarm.

she,

embodies all of nature, her subtle humanity a healing balm to me,

swirling magically across time, spreading our wings to soar free.

she,

comes as she chooses,

an untamed spirit,

soothing a lifetime of my bruises.

she,

rouses me in nights of slumber,

her breath brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number.

she,

remains the enigmatic one,

a burning riddle,
staying within me as each day is done.

she,

is my constant, consoling my days, gentle as the leaf,

that in the wind sways,

she,

deserves so more than me from fate,

she loves far too much, and she has no room for hate.

she,

arrives each night as i lie awake,

whispering that we will always have each other in this cellophane world,

so irredeemably fake.

she,

stays with me, and within she me stays still,

through the years, the tears, dwelling deep inside me where she always will.

she,
who knows how desolate this world can be,

she,
who remains the sustainer of my hopes,

she,
who unshackles the chains that bind me,

she,

who sets me free.