Essence

Weaving through dancing long grass and abandoned fields of sugarcane Cooling breeze on sunset wings floats by whimsical orange blossoms, eagerly hugging a shape on muddled view The soft, careless whisper of your name Your fragile, angelic sculptured frame became the heart song , pounded on ancient drum I remember, yes, now I remember ….. You are no stranger or figment imagined But the unsung hero of my victories claimed My soothing inner voice in times of shame Your strength, your courage in quietude, taken for granted too often, eagerly imbued Unworthy, a love’s promise underserved. Your spirit reflected in mother earth……