Chi
The wind, her hair.
Breeze so slight,
Dances of flowing strands.
Golden band, a gleaming stone,
Assuredly, rested on a finger.
To the host of heaven, wedded.
A step falls, another follows.
Strides, majestic.
A look, a fixation,
Tranquillity beckons.
A glimmer of hope for love lost.
Chi-Chi
Her voice rings,
Hope alive,
To the surface, purpose and focus rise.
Clicking, making music tapping the keys,
Wondering what key to the unknown she holds.
I wonder, I stood up, and I wandered,
Navigating the tiny space I occupy,
The hair would not leave, nor the assured walk,
Her confidence permeates my ambience,
A Lady.
The 'Chi' within your guide.