it was the scent of freshly fallen rain on a field of tulips

she danced among the open blooms with no sense of time or place

lost in the heady clouds of pollen weighed down by moisture

sending swirls of the yellow dust into the sodden air with every intricate movement

somehow avoiding the flowers altogether by some kind of symbiosis between her and the world around her

i sat against an ancient tree trunk ruminating on all the wonders it has seen in it’s solitary watch

the cycles of life and death, of blossom and decay, the funny little creatures fawning over the temporary beauty of the field

what does he think of her form swaying to unheard music in the tall soaked grass

is he aware of her at all or is this sentience a projection from my own desire to witness her as anything other than pure joy

i can’t help but smile

she’s no dancer but her feet seem possessed of the spirit of the life around her

i’m immune to all of it

feeling nothing for the flowers or the trees

every cell in my body belongs to her and her alone

the flowers are no more than accentuations of the glory she brings to the plain

did they exist before she deigned to bless them with her presence

this gnarled bough hanging heavy towards the grass and seems to point at her and her alone

as lost in her as i am

we are figments of her existence

meaningless spare parts until swept into her grand design

does this place resemble a big when she is not there to cast light upon it

an impossible query

for i am just a simple suit of flesh

inert in my own nothingness until she pulls me from my cave and takes me out on a new adventure through a world of black and white where she acts as a divine prism and showers it all with color

i am opaque in my lack of substance while she filters everything her filter of pure unbridled love

words that carry no meaning spring forth when she careens into view

bulbs sit barren in the ground awaiting her breath

as she casts grace upon all in her realm

yet i sit spellbound pondering the thoughts of trees as she dances carefree amongst the bulbiferous geophytes

not thinking to hard on if any of it is real

afraid of shaking the foundation of the magic trick by peering behind the act itself

swept along the currents with no need to fight

and she laughs

like a bell tolling in my mind

shaking me from my reverie

she points to another clump of darkness in the distance and beckons me forth

what wonders will spring forth with her presence i cannot fathom nor speculate

but i relish the chance to see

to be along side her for as long as she will allow before going back into my purgatory

a lifeless husk

waiting for her call