We are held by you and hold the essence of our imaginings of you:
like a feather that floats unselfconsciously onto an open palm,

rests delicately in the perfection of itself,
then is lifted tenderly on its journey by a thought;

moved as delicately as a bubble through the still air
by the rise and fall of a butterfly's wing.

Elusive One beyond meager attempts to color you -
as if a photograph of a rainbow,

or a sketch of a flower would suffice -
once removed from the creator's intention.

Volume 2, Issue 1, 2007