Overwhelmed with profound fuzzy bliss
I sink into her elven eyes.
She moves with purpose and grace
flowing on the tides of raging rivers.
She navigates unknown rapids
guided by burning faith in her heart.
Her quest lies deep in the abyss of mystery
As I behold her in silent awe.
She smiles with shining face dimpling;
gazing toward adventurous horizons.
Her head turns and those glowing eyes
are aware of me and my skin lifts in elation
as love pours from my heart.
A secret river rushing to merge with hers.
I want to fall into the orbit of her living gravity
To walk with her through misty shadows in other worlds
She is an enigmatic synchronistic gypsy,
roving the earth in search of her legend.
She knows what she has to say
when she emerges from her journey
and her words will not go unheeded.
Her compassion runs deep,
a well of ancient water forgotten
in an isolated wood, its stonework
cracked and in decay but
still radiant within; nourishment streams
from her enchanted source.
I can only look at her with delight,
pure admiration, pure source,
as the essence of our reunion
spirals to the stars.