Transitional Spaces…

Observe…
Her sitting, patient,
waiting, for a chance to shine among stars
Or
Has dismissal beckoned,
A cold-eyed fish, judging
Finds
Her, superfluous, unnecessary,
Is her life to be cast, adrift,

Watch…
Her stretch, to lift
Short-storied pamphlets,
Could
distraction seeking,
Cursive scripts, hold her
Safe
Transporting, distracting, delighting,
Windows thrown open reveal wondrous worlds,

See…
How responding,
Her heart warms, glowing softly golden,
Reflecting
Back the moons love for the sun,
Healing, warming, contentment rising,
Wholeness,
Steals, through body and soul,
Blushing, pinks advance where once cold lilac stood,

Transitional Spaces…

Notice…
Liminal clouds flush, refracting
Rainbows vapour trapped within,
See,
How moonlight shines reflective, introspective,
Revealing, concealing, light and shadowed realities,
Stories
Unfold, leaving you wishing, wanting for more,
As lovers embrace, promises once made, break,

Perceive…
Her imagination following, each lettered shape,
Leaping, twirling daring whirls, her mind
Follows
Each tales, twisted turning lines of plot,
Shaping, holding each breath, releasing sighs,
Above,
A golden crescent moon peeking, smiles
Benevolently, as she expands her mind,

Discern…
No cold moon is this, no wolf or winter moon,
This moon, late summer only sees, golden,
Warm,
Light, reluctantly gives up the sky to night,
Radiating, back, up, out, from every surface seen,
Each
Ninety minutes, high above, astronauts pass by,
She sees them not, moonlit, lettered curves grip soft her eyes,

Recognise…
Within, the power of her mind's eye, greater
Than right-angled facts that would order our world,
Inside,
Travelling space, bending time,
Stretching out, we reach understanding peaks,
Liminal
Space, roaming outside in, fills her elusive
Rainbow coloured mind, with romance, this time.