Lady of Invocation

As sunshine is -

I feel poetry-speak of you,

even, be it in the state of think.

Why?

Perhaps

because,

I remain most pleasantly touched

and still allow my self the luxury of

unguarded

thought -

Thought in all directions

Unclouded

unhidden

And

yes

Consciously directed like an unfrightened gaze

unhindered and

singing your presence,

Proud, swept around

Like sunshine trailing white

on wings of an eagle

In the light of an Andes’ sky!

I guess now in seeing myself just anew because of you

that you continue to be a new and special experience.

You are the first time I’ve felt ‘missing’ as a smile of melting.

It’s as if what we usually take as missing

is a miss-weighted vantage

In larger glow of a progressive consciousness

Born of a happy remembrance.