Description: Poetry, Passion and Reflection of life and the soul
Poetry, Passion and Reflection of life and the soul
She is Touched Cold and lonely days end. My mind and heart begin to see her. Then my eyes and hands did grasp her. It is not I whom touched her first for we are mature. Some of the great souls who have shared their spark have departed. Some are here. I have seen them, I meet one today. Love has touched her. I wish to stay near so that I may touch her again.
I am yes, Enchanted. By the Grace that flows from her fingers. Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars. By the same summer evenings, they seem so close. Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters, her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls. I am Enchanted by her hairs fine and long, like the grasses of the Meadow. It is she, Enchanting, Heather by the Meadows, Ocean, Sky and Mountains.