A Mess

she is playful
yet there is a sting in her words
she is a speaker of bitter sweet truths
yet her candor causes many to flee

a mess of mindful thoughts
that direct insights to the science of the soul
she is the wisest
deserving of a grand audience

beautiful eyes, a golden smile
that capture the sun and the moon
the very essences of the light and the dark
she is powerful

she is the eldest of trees
growing from the youngest of roots
she has captured the forest's creatures
as they seek refuge

a mess of words that flow from rivers of the heart
and churn at the base of a torrential waterfall
that smash against rounded rocks
of rhetoric and deep seeded reasons

she is shy like the wild fox
scurrying when caught in the winter
but so very breathtaking
that leaves those who hunt for her so shaken



This is a re-post of an older piece.