She parts waves with breath
that saturates those hidden days.
Colours binding, blinding coquetry,
drawing the darkness in.
Tourniquet and tenderness
juxtaposed by her raw wilderness.
If she saw her collected beauty,
that raptures soul in sapphire fantasies,
she would shy in inhabited silhouette.
But I see… see past the twilight
she hides between. Penumbra
placed, and traced, against her skin
that marks her self-doubt with jinn
like possibility – forsaken to her mind –
But I… I see azure in her swirling shores,
immense and immeasurable elegance
that drapes against the nights rapport
and opens promises to tribulations and allure,
and know the world could not be more
because in her eyes the universe spins
and sits upon a pinhead, with wings
that touch the sun. Icarus may fail,
but in her warmth existence blooms
and supernovas scream of her essence!
She is Gaia, goddess, celestial light,
and existence gazes upon her, waiting
to weave her unbounded story
out of endless night…
Poem © Phen Weston 2017