It Is What It Will Be Poem by Kyle Schlicher

and nothing less. or more.
in a magical garden
growing in the moonlight on the water.
a gentle splashing, spinning, ripples
in the unseen air
as she's dancing lightly
mere inches off the ground
in a peaceful place of pure spring water
hidden somewhere beyond
the sunset in the high desert.

yellow flowers, she wears them in her hair
as she waits at the spanish plaza at sunset.

moving with grace. a fawn like gentleness.
you will, first pay heed to her eyes.
they captivate. she gestures. welcomes.
her heart opened. tempting both
love. heartbreak.

like the eternal gypsy clad in flowing
colorful garments,
she follows the ruby throated hummingbirds
to the canyon where
the scent of loneliness
echoes off
the inner light and then,
yes, then, it is a feeling,
a pre-drawn destiny
sketching out
on the canvas before you.

there is something there……if you are aware….



5-18-2020