orion
10/05/2020
She speaks the loudest
When people who walk past
Whisper into her pen
As if treasures are only meant to be seen
By those who crave literature.
Afternoons of adventure
Are accompanied by her favorite cup of tea,
And scattered poems
Are built when invited to sit with her.
The etchings carved onto paper
Are stories waiting to be told
In the eyes of a romanticist
Who awaits for love in the spring,
Through the voice of a stranger
Who seems familiar and yet so very distant,
From the opinions of a pessimist
Who secretly enjoys golden hour,
And with the mind of a woman
Who admires all that the world has to offer.
Days go by so quickly
When her mind is occupied with wonder.
Sometimes she tries to ask the moon to come back later.