traveling girl

her verve her
vim that visual
unusual
as if
perched
on the verge
of beautiful
birds she keeps
in hair
unkempt yet
languished like
lucid languages

her grace her
grandeur that grin
splashed face
she faces
the sea
as if
this land this
place is a place
to paint to
play upon
leaving foot
prints imprints
in my heart my
shifting sands
seeking her
tide
should it ever
return

her arts her
heart her soul
i sought to
know
how she
could populate
these skies
her stars her
eyes a light
shining
into my dark my
night water heart
she touched she
left
rippling waving
farewell down
tunnels funneling
light upon light
but i am not
alone in receiving
her shine her
illumination