She is the Dissonant Romantic
Who knows of imagination without reference
Of flow without reason
Of instinct beyond logic
She is the Dissonant Romantic
Whose vision is colored by the reflection of white light from time remembered time
Who remains invisible to those who fail to
See the valued juxtaposition of rose petals atop the compost
Feel the caress of a Chinchilla's curiosity
Hear the high C of a Bay-Breasted Warbler
Amidst the thunderous clouds of disappointment
Even as searing emotion tries to bury her
Vibrations somehow reach the inner ear
And coalesce with memories untouched
She is the Dissonant Romantic
Who awakens in others the blossom of a seed unknown
A consciousness that transcends all doubt
A personal truth that shocks then cradles the weary
She is the Dissonant Romantic
The ageless sage we all hunger for
The one committed to creativity without
Judgment
Compromise
Or price
She is the Dissonant Romantic
Forever available to some
Known to few
Envied by many