She moves from one sitting place to another in cocoon-like motion, waiting for the scortch of time to exhibit her fluttering, artistic, and natural abilities....
Thank you Great Spirit of my date of birth, for a settled witness of my being; Sharing with me soulfully all I AM worth; exact vision of what inside me is seeing.....
Her body does not always allow what she used to do; Although, by no surprise, it alerts her mind of restraints yet, beakons her to press forward in every single measure of doing whatever it is she has decided to do.
We watch with curious, watchful happenstance, At at a glance, stark visions when we virtually see; Decree that nothing is truly and particularly real Unless it is indelible, in the essence of life's poetry.