Dawning Creations

Wondering spirit

You’re a gem,
white purple and amplified,
when the sun meets your eyes.
You’re a rare find,
unearthed and spirited as you are undefined
Straight as a ruler but unruly in your grace,
I’m drawn in,
stronger than the tides to the moon,
a besotted moth to a flame.

I couldn’t have predicted,
more than our symbiotic existences.
I’ve already committed to
your every sigh,
your keen eye.

Not so quiet, anymore,
you’re pulling me in,
our energy colliding and
creating an even keel, like that of the moon with sea.

We became one anothers’ muse
Still, I find you serve as my proctor, teaching me peace,
in the stillness, the reckoning beneath
the sovereignty between the pine and willow trees.
In your living example,
I’m running towards me,
remembering all I used to do.
You brought me out,
out of my solitude.

My gem, though I want to,
I could never keep you.
Your aura, your healing light needs to be shared.

In meeting, I couldn’t have predicted,
more symbiotic existence.
Who knew, meeting in math class,
would bring about a friendship
as true as this is?