Describe me

The envisioning

She asked me to describe her

sight unseen

She’d given me a physical description

Always questionable because of how we perceive ourselves

Not purposefully untrustworthy

but filtered, even if subconsciously

So I pondered, what did she look like to me

She was more sunrise than sunset

For in her dawning hello

I felt hope

Such an abstract idea

But, so dark was my world

That her illumination grew optimism

Far down in the soil of my soul

She looked like wisdom

The reflection of her words

Pools of thoughtfulness

No undercurrents of condescension

The pure intellect of honesty and helpfulness

She looked like what could be

Imagination unchained

She looked like a small village

Tucked away from superficial society

A quaint, inviting place

Where one could believe they’d find peace

She looked like a table full of delicacies

Each morsel another facet of her mystery

To taste for the first time and be endlessly delighted

She looked like eternity

Or perhaps, better stated, as heaven

That place we imagine

Joy and happiness and perfection

One doesn’t need eyes to see