She rises from the East
Her eyes alone could fill his wells, for you see her crown were her pearls not your gold, ore nor zinc.
Her modest smile banishes the teal beneath her heels to reveal the ring around her eye.
The softest veil to subvert his persistent gaze.
The fruit unfallen, hers is an unspoken hope, her mind an unbroken garden from where only unwicked souls grow.
A place for the finest crafter and teacher a place nearer than home.
Where the faces of what was thought to be lost
Arch out as far as our "i" may roam.
Towards all that we've long known. The cross between the master and novice, one's epic voyage and shalom.
















