Chora

There was poetry in the way that she watched the
Shadow lark on the wall, blindly dripping soft
Petals fall from her mind, as she gently possesses
Beauty in its most adamant form, it was calm.

From here movement of natural chora, she breathed
The sigh came and washed over me and I was lost
Lost in every-thing that I could absorb even when
I knew a shadow contained the potential of mystery.