She sits alone,
although she is not alone.
Her content state
Fuelled by the power of light
Glowing,
From the device she holds in her hands
It gives her confidence, such confidence
which consumes her mind,
Her state
Her being
Around her, the presence of comfort
Dancing effortlessly
A graceful touch of warmth
Though she can not feel its presence
She,
Is not present
The light goes out.
A frustrated sigh
Disheartened eyes
The flick of a wrist,
Sends the machine flying
Into the sandy ground it goes
Swimming in between the grains
Sinking into its depths
Her lingering gaze
Although just for a moment,
Takes such strength to tear away
From the yearning reaching out to her
For the first time in too long,
She can hear
She can see
Streaks of coloured light melting from the skies
Flowing through the waves,
The gentle, rocking waves
Blending through the earth
Harmonizing effortlessly
With richness in depth,
And in light
Painted in front is a landscape
A canvas of such surreality,
Yet framed within reality
She can feel it,
Every touch
Every whisper
So she stays,
Listening to the earth talk
A moment of appreciation
A moment of peace
She sits alone,
although she is not alone.
