The Spirit I Wish To Be
Time’s resplendent brush strokes
line gentle twinkling hazel eyes,
furrowed by miles of life-smiles.
Cheeks aglow, she sits, hands folded
within love’s perpetual memory lap.
She sips life’s cup of serendipity,
tastes vibrant rainbows, variegated hues
captured in an effervescent myriad
of life’s daily dews.
Bathed by sweet amber candle light,
she savors years of life-moments spent
life is a gift sublime,
a line-by-line etching
of poetic rhythm and rhyme.
Such is the self-portrait
I wish to see,
the spirit I wish to be.