She Waits

In a land of natural beauty,

she stands apart,

her skin bronzed,

by a filtered soft sun.

A gentle breeze kisses her hair,

softly held with feathers from her warrior,

a testament of his love,

his protection for her.

Soft seduction is held on her face,

whispering thoughts of fulfillment

as she waits.

Crossing over into a still lake,

its coolness caresses her,

in her moment of waiting,

as nature touches her flesh;

a longing energy rushes through her soul.

She lies in a field of wheat and honey;

one to feed the belly,

the other, to sweeten the heart.

She looks beyond where field meets sky,

where her eyes hold compassion

in quiet communication

only he can hear,

only he can feel,

through her singing heart.

In sleep, she feels his strength,

the power of simple contentment.

Fed through her dreams,

she finds solace in knowing he has returned.

Sharing his heartbeat,

his breath, a coolness across her lips,

she sleeps the sleep of love,

knowing her warrior shall return.

She sleeps with smile,

with understanding.

Her hand gently touches feathers

shared in her slumber.

… and she waits.