For She Is

He faithfully searches through the endless sea of tangled emotion

Longing for the feeling of belonging, he sheds his armor and moves closer

Ever so slowly knowing his heart is uncovered and vulnerable

For she is every sunset

       Streaming through the clouds

              Over the desert skyline

 

He prides himself as strong, fearless and courageous

When accompanied by an entourage of undoubtedly stalwart comrades

Yet when graced by her, he is but a teenage boy

For she is every moonlit night

       As the beams dance upon the waters

              Of a misty mountain stream

 

He tries to pen her fairly, justly,

Yet words can never be enough of an eloquent venue

For describing her elegant nature

For she is every drop of rain

       As it trickles down the petals

              Of a rose in early dawn

       
	Brett Martin Smith © 1996