With sunlit streams
of drifts of hair
Showers of dewdrops
suspended in air
She moves through the moods
of the minds who share
With matchless motion
so perfect so rare
Aquas and azures
so simple so bare
She lives through the lives
of the loves who dare
With meadowy moors
of milkweed and rust
Colors and textures
of daisies and dust
She slips through the sighs
of the souls who lust