She Comes

by Portia Burton

She comes..
Sometimes like torrential rains,
And drenches you so completely
That you feel as if your body
Is dripping down cell by cell
And dissolving into the soil.

She comes..
Sometimes like a gentle breeze,
And fondling your hair naughtily
Entices you to follow her
Through the serpentine paths
Of some unfathomable dense woods,
And leaves you there to answer
The riddles of a babbling brook.

She comes…
Sometimes singing a wordless song,
And then shapes it into a cloud.
And enwraps you into it,
And then you become that very song,
And then to yourself you cease to belong.

She comes….

©Portia Burton 2012

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