Lady

she's a flower
     they are
on the edge of their chairs
waiting for her springtime
to bloom

she's a sunset
     and he is
painting her hair
with transparent eyes
begining with summer

she's a mountain
     daughter is
forming the motions
dreaming to know
all her strength

she's a waterfall
     and we are
hanging our prayers
on mantles and tears
watching her pass

she's a dragonfly
    and i am
caught in her buzz
as she flies even
with grace