She is the pinnacle, the choice when I reach high. A lofty phase layering a sweet lullaby. The innumerable range, very few can reach. A distant star residing high in planetary evolving, exciting energies. The top of the line where infinity lives. Giving particles of herself, leveling the playing field. One can only imagine how high her possibilities go. Thoughtfully managed. Her stories untold. Sometimes measured in degrees, she stands at the highest point. She knows what she needs. And gets what she wants. She's a gentle word disguised as a calm breeze. However, when the might of her winds blows, it uproots trees. Fearless and determined. Beautiful and charming. Insatiable transforming. She is, becoming many exciting moments, had on a Ferris wheel. She's the single star with the brightest light. Therefore, she's the sunrise warming romantic appetites. Nevertheless, she is a cold glass of water, quenching the soul when it's thirsty and hot. She is.
© Daniel Mason