She floats like an eagle
And whispers like the breeze.
She soars high like hope;
She’s calm like peace.
She’s a storm when she rages;
A nightingale when she sings.
She is sadness when she wails
And bliss when she beams.
She is a small step that leaps;
The blood that travels in the veins.
She is a cool wind that revives;
A fire that warms and lightens.
She minds not the frail body,
She roams beyond the horizon’s end;
She dives into the depths of the oceans
And breathes out of the pools within.
Dainty like the clouds in summer
She is a flower, wild and carefree;
She is a raindrop in spring
Her beauty’s not for the eyes to see.
She is a touch that heals,
And a love that pulsates.
She is a melody that beats;
A poetry that resonates.
Inspired by a great post. Read it here.
//Sherma E. Benosa
12 April 2008; 3:02pm