Her eyes the sea at dusk
Sun curled golden hair
Radiant creator of life
Every turn a procession
Fair summer beauty
Silky bird limbs and legs
Cosmic design, aurous life
She resides implanted, rooted
In my very existence
After the marrow she will fly
Alone to her abode North in the Heavens
Where she first faced the Sun
Chased the birds, laughed and sobbed
As the psychic feels a presence
I would like to feel her past
Taste her food and love those that gave her life.
~Kristin~
Kristin with an eye
