I
Quiet in thought
She reserves herself of
Worth and deserve,
Pulling tight into

Observance outward
Gazing. Eyes calm, blink
Accordance from a
Face of gentle smiles.

“Be cherished,” come
God's and daemon's chorus.

To which she breathes,
Serene and sighs,
"Oh lovely day".

II
Eyes and mind drifting weightless
Not for years has she slept in the sun
Of warm embrace and thumbs
Trailing in a trance. She was warmed.