She is Her: Gem

Her dance is like a thought,
Her moves transpire like a dream,
A silent cry amid teary isle,
She dwells in a mist,
A whisper less companion …her mind a compassion,
She conveys,
A scene of certainty.
Like a bubble, she spaced in between,
A wish above the darkest sea,
An underground trail,
She obeys,
While her soul sees
Picture of those,
A glance of mystic pearls,
A wrecked page ...a map to her quest.
One of the stories left to be told,
Chapter of proses still to complete,
Silently… her heart evoked
What she still can or can not
Depth of waves, she can control
Could she ever trespass and unfold?
Bestowed upon her cheeks,
At the shore of what blind eyes can see.
A voice that echo-
Pierced the intimacy
of a black knight’s core,
probably,
the further she could
Preach is where the storm could never reach.
The source .....untouchable
The key she holds
A gem of her own.
she may dare time to time,
as she is...
Her memories. 

© SSE 30042020