She Is

She is everything
and nothing
at once.
a balance to my sunbeam.
the shadow of a tree
so tall, it bends through
space and time.

-She is always present
in the back
of my mind-

what will be
will be
and everything else
will follow in its path.
There is no struggle
without wrath.
There is no feeling
without laugh.

Some may pass
but she is present,
individualistic;
a being of her own
illusions,
an actor on the stage
called life.

She struggles, yet
believes in love.
She battles with her strife.
she is miles wide,
embracing all in her path.
she is a curl unfurled;
she is built to last

a sash uncurling

slowly

to reveal
something new
that time can heal,
and start to grow.
She is miles long
with thick kind eyes.
She is light and airy,
she tells no lies.

She is gentle with myself,
and I
can’t help falling
in love with her
for the very first time.

What calls is change
and greater still.
she is hope
unbreached;
a painter’s skill.
She is pure emotion,
raw energy,
so lovely.
She belongs here now
in this grown-up land of
symmetry.

She pains me still,
a youth to find.
grows stronger
each day;
finds time to unwind
and falls over sometimes.

Tries to send her longing.

Tries to fit by belonging.

She is everything else
and nothing still;
a home; a wish;
a winning tell;
a place to rest
for the restless heart.
She yearns for love,
she wants a fresh start.

And ever still
And ever now

each precious minute
she craves for more.
Starved by this growing
need to be free.
She is everything
and nothing
all at once.

A rapture for my searching.
A being come undone.