SPRITE

Washed by amber sundrops 
falling softly
On that broken down stump 
of a tree 
Sat tenderly cupping my soul 
in her timeless hands 
A wisp of eternity 
She held in her ample bosom 
my wild storms 
Like precious drops of dew 
With every jagged piece of mine 
Held together 
by her trembling moans 
I loved her anew.... 

MS