The Quintessential Woman

(inspired by another feisty free spirited soul)

The night sky is all hers...

when she flaps and flies
all storms fall in her stride
all hurdles bend and abide.

I look at her in awe
she gazes into my eyes...
on me dawns the pith of grit.
Piercing through my mind
it comes from rectitude, she says.
How can you be so, i ask
her immaculate smile is the response.
So can you be, she says
for I am in you too.

Then I fathom...
darkness doesnot bother her
for she is the radiance
chaos fails to strangle her
for she is lucidity
shackles do not confine her
for she is the absolution.

She, is the quintessential force
She, is the quintessential woman.