She Matters

the way you walk the way you talk the way you comb your hair beautiful eyes as if a angel in disguise the touch of your hand makes me understand pitter patter of soft sandle feet whispers in the corridor telling me which way to go when I look into your eyes then I could see a future filled up without pain nor sorrow you walk the walk out of true humility you stand to admire your inner dignity yet why can't people see the great beauty perched as if a white angelic dove with baby's hair & a woman's eyes does all of this logic come at a big enough surprise just to look deep into her eyes one hand to hold a heart will mend we shall grow to depend upon the great notion of love intact out of every viable circumstance we shall learn to take part in the dance a sil·hou·ette of cashmere green lattice hung adjacent to her room pillows were placed seperated by one black cats' apparition hear she dances in a ring of fire yet throws off each challenge with a shrug in her world she is carefree far from the onslaught of turmoil love is the sweet fragrance of her existence as she learns to shun the resistance sips on her coffee while reading the early morning Sunday news after a brisk walk along the path that leads to a forest filled with cloven moss covered matter there in the sunlight amidst the lavender she decides to meditate through her quaint variation of thought she is brought into a brightened light a vast orb of personification nestled near a river out of the vast expanse between space and time she awakes to the forest again this time with a tear drop in her eye out of sorrowful passions she keeps deep inside she is new to this place she seeks to mediate cobblestone lines the forest as an added decor of languished feathered circumstance she seeks inner solace as in natures beckoning call asunder the rush of the wind through her hair she faintly succumbs to her heightened reality