You appeared to me today.

I saw you as you truly are.

I saw you as the energy of life.

You radiate with a presence not physical.

But an aura of color that cannot be defined

by a philospher’s tome.

From where do your thoughts derive?

Your body breaks into speech.

From where does that intelligence come?

Can sun shine through you.

As surely does moonlight.

As sunlight through your hair.

The mystics have it right. 

Your energy is my life.