The way you move
like subtle poetry,
set yourself on liquid fire.
And all the curves you seem to make
can take this endlessness away.

The way you flow
could silence oceans,
and melt away on arctic ice.
And the subtle way you seem to speak
could take 10 million years to find.

And I sit in awe
of you subtle beauty;
unmeasured by the arcs of man.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chakros, in the year 99 MA.