This stranger
She is beautiful
Though you don’t see
You’d recognize her
Walking down the street
You somehow can feel
Her presence, although
You may never meet
For real, in the flesh
She is there with you
Embracing the best
That’s inside of you
Bringing into light
The prettier things
Locked up in your mind
The muse never seen
Living without flesh
Mortal our bodies
Are in just themselves
Yet also vessels
For beautiful souls
Originally Written 2-23-07 / Revised 6-10-18
