Senses

She pervades and unveils all that I have kept hidden for so long I do not know her but I hear her voice in and around my mind It is weightless and I know she wills it in sound with ease She is harmony, a beauty I would be so favoured to find The friendly nudge at my side when I need it most I do not know her but I feel her on my skin magically without touch She engenders love innocently in all she does It is a glow around her that is infectious and unrivalled by much Her soul is saved for me and her gaze meets mine softly as does the sun at dusk I do not know her but I see her eyes piercing mine Without force nor resistance there is a wild and untainted kinship forged She is a reflection that light overrides darkness, a sign Her essence is the burst of aromas that fill the air around me I do not know her but I taste the very air she breathes so tangibly It is crisp and light without a hint or trace of impurity A fresh tonic to heal, to restore and to strengthen vigorously As if I wonder and follow her, unaware yet willingly I do not know her but I smell her presence in rooms she has visited A remnant I could not mistake for any other if I tried There is something to be said for peace so beautiful and unlimited Have you ever tasted the air in such a way as to be swept away by it? I dare to say I have and yet quietly here I sit How strange are these things that unequivocally bind me to her? I dare not think on it, for rationality will not explain what is and what will occur In spite of total darkness between our paths and the questions I have I sense I will know her because once paths cross, we will reach out half and half