She holds back the night.
With the power of her words,
She turns on the light
To save me from the lonely cords
That bind my heart tight,
As night comes creeping forwards.
She speaks of true love.
Imag'ry and reality
Surround this poetic dove,
Whose vibrant words help me to see
Wonders from above,
Beneath and below the sea.
She takes me back home.
Her blood is from proud lines,
Ancients, known by some
As teachers of tales and signs
Of things yet to come
When our universe aligns.
She purges my soul.
Laughter and joy fill my life.
When work takes its toll
And ev'ning stabs like a knife,
Her words make me whole
And leave no grim - darkened strife.
She is poetess.
Her great poems are a godsend.
Each one is no less
Enjoyment from start to end.
She is gentle and timeless,
As well as true friend.