Though Unseen, Her Soul Is Lucid

And soft, like thoughts
on snowy evenings.
The amber fire inside her
warms me.

She is filled with sympathy;

cries out when injustice
sets fire to the world.

She's a subtle understanding,

like Braille across the enigma
of wounds in the heart.

And though unseen, her soul is lucid.

A poetic ideal
I've always wished
to become.

And bright, like clouds

on snowy evenings.
The amber light inside her
calms me.

She is filled with symphony;

sings out when justice
takes hold in the world.

She's my one true understanding.

A quiet hand reaching for mine
when my head is low, when I need love…

On a snowy evening.

In the amber glow.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)