What She Is
What She Is
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
She was light, like a breath of Summer,
inexhaustible, feet barely touching ground,
and her words were joy, like a melody,
a highland jig filled with colour, a blur,
a passion steeped in exuberance.
Each word like stone belief,
poured from her happiness,
her eyes flashing, her mind exquisitely alert,
every nuance, every moment imbibed,
as she delivered herself to life,
and I in awe, unable to speak,
just arrested by her completeness, her freedom.
Dreams fell from her full lips,
endowed with such beauty and purpose,
each word like a flower,
arranged to perfection in a crystal vase,
eyes flashing with excitement
at the prospect of unfulfilled life,
and my heart soared,
remembering this wondrous thing,
this distant memory of life.
She danced on and on,
each twirl like a ballet, each word a symphony,
and I listened and saw life at its essence,
the glory of possibility and yearning,
and the silken path of experience,
yet to be taken,
and tears welled in my eyes,
her single magnificence overwhelming,
and she stilled, noticing my emotions,
and touched my face with such delicate care,
I was swept away.
What she is, in her perfection,
in her glorious, untainted form,
Youth is a beauty to behold, the essence of life much closer to the surface.
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