Looking at paintings-
seeing She.
Looking at trees
their limbs
threaded through the
golden body of my mind-
seeing She.
Taking a long walk
through the archangel
of time related dreams.
She is with me
a valley of life
running through my fingers
as close as my skin
closer.
Looking at closed books
and open flowers.
Seeing where She appears
and hides
to be seen as poems.
As honey hued flames
flickering in dark eyes.
We are all here
seeing She
as She observes
only Herself.
