Perpetually Mine
2011, Olan L. Smith
I
Need not
Look toward
Heavens or wait
For night
To
Meditate
That she come
To me.
She's
Already
Both near & far
Always visible to my
Inner-eye and
My other
Orbs.
I
Hear
Her wings
Sing sweet music
And she smiles
With joy
At
My plight
She touches
My spine
With
Verve divine,
And I touch her.
She guide equally
Now andforever
Perpetually
Mine.