ESSENCE:

They ask if she is indigo or one of those who is crystal,

As she blows hot, then cold & dances with the mistrals,

Disguised in garb of human being, wind within her tresses,

Wearing soft sandy slippers & the oceans are her dresses.

 

She sways in gentle motion & waltzes to old tides of seas,

Whispering poems & sighing, soft melodies to breezy trees,

Golden sunbeams bow & kiss her heaving breasts with silk,

And mantled upon night, the moon bathes her in opal milk.

 

The floral fields beckon & the heathered mountains call,

And upon the wings of doves, she flies over yonder wall,

Where she sees stars, scattered like diamonds in the sky,

And that is where she knows, her head shall finally lie.

 

She may be deemed as human, but she´s merely in disguise,

If only people knew & they took their time, to finally realize,

She´s merely the essence of us all, of me, of them & also you,

You may even recognize her, in the early kisses of morning dew.