May 2020 – Caring for Art

Gushing down the mountains,
A shiver engulfs the valley,
The leaves, the petals and those pulsating hearts,
Adorn a cloak of lifelessness,
Intoxicated in the symphony of water hitting the stones,
Open their eyes to a simmering sun,
And dance in its glory,
Trying to absorb a lumen of greatness,
Such is the power that stays with the strong,
The aura, the spirit, the ambiance that She radiates,
Beware as you step closer,
Closer to the power the men cannot steer,
Gentle, Ferocious and yet so calm,
She can be your end and your beginning,
Your death or life anew,
Bring you pain or joy unlimited,
Her touch could confuse you,
Or Be your greatest muse,
The mortals see her form,
The minds their energy,
I, I am a simple man,
She will be my chaos,
My silver lining in the darkest clouds,
The Sun that wakes me up,
And the Moon that cuddles with me in the night,
A Woman can do that you,
Enslave you, Give you wings,
Or can hold your hands,
In the quick sand,
Take you on a journey,
Truly divine,
She is a woman,
And can do things,
Fate could never do…….