tissue pressed

between rouged lips

blowing kisses to the wind

the heart

is by nature

a work of art

Your eyes are black

as coal

and deep

as the hole

in the Universe.

You came

from it’s midnight kingdom

Aurora Borealis

You grant freedom

from doubt.

You come in horse

in dreams

in hopes

in schemes

for the betterment of Spirit.

You are fire in the sky

melding into Oneness

the dark with the light

You are the Enchantress

we call Alis.

Photo by Debbie Alexander

weekday’s structure

solid

and flexible

a frozen treat

awaits scampering feet;

gushes of glee

and summer’s heat

the high sea

restores her landlocked

Spirit

Tiger Lillies

reminiscent of her

perseverance and prowess