She sits there
As the surge from the waterfall glides off her visage
Unbowed she walks past me
The flow hesitant in leaving her
She enchants me as I coil in approval
In this vastness of hurt
You are the essence of healing

She talks of a star calling towards her
On a dark midsummer’s night
Her beauty still echoing within the deepest part of my soul
Words have now become a poor proxy to her loveliness

"In this vastness of hurt
You are the essence of healing"

Beautifully written x