Ether into Reality

An encounter with my spirit changed it all for me,

Soft glowing ribbons of life force swaying expansively.

Terracotta, desert rose, soft delicate nudes,

Ebb and flow within my soul, no ending, no prelude.

Ancient, wise, intuitive, curious to explore,

Rose flesh is me, but so's pink ether, the latter somehow more.

This special self, this other me, of rosy euphoric form,

I seek and try to manifest, into my daily norm.

Blush magic moments, pinkish feathers, ancient secrets of old,

Rosy buds, sepia moons, and heartfelt whispers told.

These disparate jewels in me evoke soft feelings inviting,

Inspiring me to keep weaving pink ether into reality.