We are the face that glows with memory and prescience.
Our eyes hold galaxies and the moistened soil after a summer rain.
Our hair finds the tempo of your heart and matches it.
Our feet reach down into the earth’s core and burn.
Our legs rise like columns bracing the temple of our torso.
Our torso swells and recedes like the tides.
And when you meet us, our soul reaches out
to yours and says, “We welcome you, be at peace.”
NaPoWriMo 2013; Day 17