Searching, staring, into the field Softly through the humming silence Flowing stillness, the caressing waves Her fire, her spirit, her floating hair Breathing, colour, the trace she weaves The shimmer, the light, the dance of fire Formed, ceaseless, organic rhythm The drum, the crackle, the deepest dark Touching, beauty, beyond the moment In time, she lives, behind my eyelids AIKA Markham, ON, CA 28062018
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