sile(n)t celebration

a silent celebration
for the birth of a muse
to the lodestone in her
wildflower smile that
unwaveringly calls my
bipolar heart back home
to bountiless beauty in
her bottomless brown gaze
an effervescent effusion
in the golden nimbus glowing
so bright she blinds yet
cannot seem to see herself
a silent celebration
to the graceful beauty
of the most tender soul
in flashes of pink petals
dancing in her barely
restrained tempest of
heartthistle and silk
a whispered hope for joy
to shower upon her on this
the day perfection was born

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