Mystic

i met a woman, her hair, halo of embers, crystal laced over sapphire eyes. a soft smile, skin aglow, pristine shimmer, holy shine. where she walks, spring does bloom, laughter, sublime. lady of north, divine. she walks through starlight. under a northern light her grace flows like screenless steam, a ray-beam drawn from deeper dreams, reflection, prismatic vision, chromatic infraction, an attraction embedded through refractures. at the core of what makes her, humility, that ought shower the world. she walks through starlight. under a northern light and i was driftwood, winter-worn, quiet orbit, loosely formed, she bent the dark without command, just took my chaos in her hands. no thunder spoke, no heavens split, just warmth where frost had always lived, now every road i thought was mine leans north… and ends in her light. she walks through starlight. under a northern light i met a woman, i met a woman