She
She like a fresh dew bestows nourishment
to the graceful morning dove
in a luscious meadow filled with
tall fluorescent green grasses and
yellow, blue, and white wildflowers,
quenches all my worldly thirsts.
She like the pure white swan which
swims majestically on
a sea of gold reflecting
the powerful rays of the sun
consumes me with all her beauty
She like a great bountiful mountain
rising sharply into the
endless cobalt sky accented with
opulent cumulous clouds
lifts me to greater heights
She like the burnished northern star,
the glistening Polaris, guiding
the wayward ship to it's port,
leads me to my one true home
She is my heart, my mind and my soul
She is my meaning, my substance, my know
She is my sun, my star, my moon
She is my spirit, my vision, my muse
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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