She is brilliance; striking out; lightning forms
beyond the mumbles of a world of men.
Her thunderous words awaken the warmth
within me, I’d forgotten. Asking, when?
Until I see the fairy, carve herself
out of the wind with her wisdom again.
There will be no rest for my pen or self.
Her magic awakens and leaves me slain.
Heaven cries when she sparkles in the wind.
“Leave the umbrella and bathe in beauty.”
She is wisdom; self defined; in the wind.
To crave her and serve her is man’s duty.
I will roam through endless pages and nights
crying out, squeezing my pen, for your light.
