To a poet

No resistance, where all minds are intertwined, within one where the universe dwells, far beyond captivating mind spells, there is a gentle ringing of sweet soothing bells. Can you hear it? As the winds howl around the earth bowl there is a soul, that dances, on the tips of her toes, proud. Truth be told, I am no different than you and sweet thing you are beautiful. As I greet your dark deep eyes; I step outside to view the night and stars as they shine, telling me I am divine. Vulnerable and naked for all to see the light, shine on, You are divine.