Starry-Eyed (A Poem)

She comes in like a heavy fog over green, green hills, slow and steady as the sun rises in the east, breaking into blues and oranges. She walks like A cheetah, Each step placed With purpose, Graceful and poised But ready at a Moment’s notice To speed off And save the day. Her voice is Like water, Calm and cool, Soothing all hurts And easing … Continue reading Starry-Eyed (A Poem)