Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads, with a prompt to look beyond the obvious.
She stands before me
as so many times before she has done
and my heart it weeps
if I could describe her to you I would
but i fear cliche
i do not dare drape words on her perfect form
add anything other
being just her
Would i hang a new flower on the ripening cherry blossom?
Drip an extra drop of water into the tumbling waters falling?
Pour new grains of sand onto the curve of paradise?
all i can do is to reach out and touch her
and then describe with all my senses alight
that sound of my soul
that seeing of the naked night
that touch of electric ripple
that taste of nectar
that smell of skin
my spirit fingers make no contact
a light breeze ignores