Delicate Dimensions

The Shepherd asked the poetess- Who are you? Twinkling her eyes, the poetess said-who am I. Am I a breath or a death; breeze or a storm; am I soothed or havocked? I am blazed and ashed. Am I a flower or a crackling leaf; sand or a sea; rock or a snow? I am a droplet and a wavelet. Am I a mystic sky or a fog; cloud or a smoke; hazed or dazed? I am a dew and blue. Am I a moon or its shadow; real or a fake; peace or a mayhem? I am resting and running. Am I desired or scraped; slapdash or deliberate; gem or a junk? I am nerdish and doltish. O! dear shepherd who cares and wonders who am I? I am a treasure of pleasure, I am a glow and a blow, I am tender and blender, I am your treasured flow. **************