And whose heart would not long to dabble?
whose eyes would not be drawn
onto a canvas whose hidden undertones
are blacks so rich they are bottomless.
she’s trying to pierce the sparkling day with
nocturnal bouts of awakening.
her gestures are subtle
undulating beneath the surface of any shape your
mind will inevitably make.
she longs for you to sit,
to contemplate the movements of your existence
as a scientist would their latest life altering experiment.
she’s reinvesting her capital into the blooming
awareness of your heart,
the internal knowing within your being
that your ability to act
holds within it
the ability to allow love an entrance into the human
that the reason behind all action is growth in the light.
she sings to you in this way