She’s like stardust and I want to hold her
Though she slips though my fingers touching each nerve
I see this with my own eyes but I cannot stop wondering
Does she know she’s from heaven?
Does she know she’s made of light?
Does she know she smells like the black gold that grows my heart
It is in a moments notice she alights atmospheric pressure
A harvest of elements ripe with her voice
The richness of her timbre translates into languages
Only our feeling intellect can understand
And with Grace she smiles and gives us clues
Dorothy in Ruby Red sparkle shoes.
Lovers from all over the world want to understand
Because in voice the sirens of longing call us out
To dare to find the joy
In finding out
What an angel of words like she
Is all about.
For my lovely and graceful Lisa G.
I love her… simple. You could even say I am ‘in love with her’ I know I am not the only one who feels a strong loving emotion towards this literary genius. She is ..soft and deep and essential.
I needed to tell you so.
*_all she had wanted to do
had been stepped out on a Sunday pier
seven siren’s propped on buoys lured her to the end
singing “Where do you go to my lovely”
she pondered life creation
her Marie-Claire simulacrum
the traveller Time
shadowed her colour by number design_*
By Lisa G