Dryad

 
Her eyes were born opened to the sun
Ancient waters sighed at her calm
Her first breath whispered
Nature’s eloquence

Her life isn’t abridged by a soul
needing to make sense of the narrative
To bring coherence to the
Constant drift of dreams.

Surrounded by stillness, alone in silence
a wood nymph  
Dips her pen in vivid hues  
writing on yellow flower petals
her textured  poetic  verse.

A tempered euphony
in time with her inner metronome
Never simple her symbolic truth:
Like a  kiss flying quietly into a spring rain

Beauty divine
defined through the
shadow images of life,
love,and sorrow

Grounded,
revealing her inner light