Sometimes

Your halo…
I can see
your halo.

It’s a phenomenon
I’ve never witnessed
around anyone else.

Sometimes,
It’s subtle
like a ghost
that stays in the shadows.

Sometimes,
It’s perfect
formed above
your golden hair.

Sometimes,
It’s wrapped
around you like
a protective layer.

Sometimes,
It’s wandering
around you as if
searching for something.

Sometimes,
It’s formless
like the morning mist swirling
in the early dawn.

Sometimes,
I see
through the veil
and find you.

Sometimes,
It’s moving
as if pointing
towards me.

Sometimes,
It’s inviting
pulling me
towards you.

Sometimes,
It’s a sacred
unbelievable
mysterious presence.

Sometimes,
It’s emotional—
grey with sorrow,
blue with reflection,
red with fierceness:
hints of your inner thoughts.

Sometimes,
It’s witness
to other people in ordinary settings
affected without knowing
what is going on.

A puzzled expression.

Sometimes,
It’s intimate
a soothing personal
feeling of calmness.

Sometimes,
An ethereal presence
amazingly perfect
your spiritual aura
a natural phenomenon.

Sometimes,
I think
you are a
miracle I’m witnessing

in a whisper of consciousness.

Sometimes…
There just aren’t words
only an emotion
of amazement

at beauty to behold.

Sometimes,
It’s luminous—
a smile of wonderment,
forever

a future yet to experience.

Sometimes,
It’s all I need
in my life.

Sometimes,
It’s everything.

Your existence.

This is such a luxury:
To be able to sit
and ponder
and wonder…
actually,
write what it is—

to feel wonder

Sometimes—