He Moves Me
Shalt
not
disturb
^
As
I
observe
^
His
form
commence
^
A
primal
dance;
^^^
I
stop
to
stare
^
I
dare
to
near
^
Can
feel
the
flow
^
Caught
in
his
trance;
^^^
With
gentle
strength
^
A
fluid
length
^
His
motion
finds
^
Artistic
grace;
^^^
He
fills
his
soul
^
Then
empties
whole
^
and
^
Moves
me
to
^
His
sacred
space.
^^^
©Robyn Lee
Warm thanks to the wonderful gentleman featured in my post today for permitting me
to share this candid photograph. My subject {Muse} has respectfully requested anonymity to preserve his privacy.
♥
~
Hope You’ve Enjoyed!
~
Much Love to All
~
RL
Each Night
Each night
he
comes
to my
window
unannounced,
~
watching
me
from
a
distance
through
starry
eyes.
~
Each night
in
all
his
splendor
~
cloaked
in
glowing
shades
of
dark
mystery,
~
I
sight
him
swaying
to
and
fro
masterfully
in the
evening
wind.
~
Each night
he
whispers
to
me;
deep
enchanting
words
I
feel,
yet
cannot
hear
~
for
his
language
is
unspoken,
and
his
charms,
of
another
world.
~
Each night
he
takes
my
breath
and
lifts
my
mortal
heart,
~
enveloping
me
fully
in
the
sphere
of
his
luminous
presence.
~
And
~
Each night,
before
he
goes,
he
kisses
me;
~
delivering
me
safely
~
to
slumber
~
where
~
I
know
~
now,
~
I
can
fly.
~
©Robyn Lee
Observe
“When we step back and become the observer,
we witness life with clarity that otherwise, we could not achieve.
It is only as the observer that we are able to embrace it all.”
~ Robyn Lee
Sequel to this post
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THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 