James Mclain Poet Rhyme

The Great Attractor

The stars lean closer when she moves,
Rare beauty folded in her quiet step.
A breath of perfume,

The air is changed—
It is sweeter,
As though spring has learned a new song.

Her legs are longer than the shadows,
Her fingers linger like willows in the wind,
Her small feet are swifter than birds
Across the fields of dawn.

She is athletic as rivers leaping,
Intelligent as the hidden moon,
Empathetic as rain that softens

The hardest clay of sorrow.
Her mind is sound,
A place where silence finds rest,

And yet her laughter is a bell
That summons joy from the distance.
When I draw near,

She tastes of apples,
Of orchards heavy with ripeness,
Of other grand things unnamed—

A sweetness meant for autumn,
But given freely in the summer’s heart.
The great attractor is not the stars,

But the pulse within her being,
Drawing me forever into her light.

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