Bohemian Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

she, in life so softly written,
moves between the lines, and lives,
surrounded by the wind,
so softly carried by the wind.

calmer than those fragile glances
are those quiet touches, of the dark
and of her hands, her quiet hands
are all around.

held in such a seamless garment
with the strands of blowing waves
silken stars are almost clearer
in the softness of her eyes.

someone else, lives on as sure,
as though, and certain heaven's touch,
is nearer far and close at hand.
yet no one, not even the wind, is so free.