an epic smile
as fingers trace
the silhouette mind
past
aquatic streams
of her inner
shrine
perhaps the moon
was her only friend
wading through
murk
on arduous
wings
***
the rainforest
trembles
a lush
awakening
in
mirrors of time
a sacred space
as cosmos speaks
the
language of love
*
no more
to dwell
in life’s
shadowy past
you may find her
in the motley
shades
amongst
streaming glades
where she muses
to herself
***
and the dance
progress
©AvdL 2015