It follows the shadow
It wets the mist
It colors the color
It swings the wind
It pains the fear
It drains the pain
It stirs the calm
It stacks the moments
It drugs the dream
It calms the silence
It digs a deep whole
Within, it sucks all in
It’s her intellect
It’s her finery
It’s her everything
It’s a poem
On she lives.