Victoria

July 22nd, 2011 by David William Weisner

Vicki, you are
gentle as
a spring breeze

Beautiful
as a
sad song

You sit
in silence
and wonder

Contemplating
the mysteries
of time

Creating
the structures
of a new reality

Boundless
Beautiful
On fire and free

Vicki, your stillness
heals me
through my dark hours

And your heart
burns through
my soul

As your
Angel eyes
stay with me

And cross
over into
the fabric of my mind

Knowing you
I am changed
and lifted

Becoming
more of
who I am

You are
beautiful
and pure

Set apart
and higher
then the rest

You are
Ecuador
on a hot summer night

Gentle
and fragile
you are my flower