Dear Pneuma,

I write my Beloved a poem:

How did I see a color so delicate as you?
I searched for bolder, brighter,
Angrier shades and hues.

How did I feel a sound so smooth as you?
I danced to frenzied, faster,
Seedier songs and tunes.

How did I know a scent as subtle as you?
I savored sulkier, sillkier,
Thicker herbs and rues.

Delicate, smooth, subtle,
Somehow you came to mind,
I searched, I danced, I savored,
I stopped to turn and find

A beautiful and golden soul,
Rare as hopefullness and dew
I close my eyes; I listen deep
Look inside and I find you.

-Cobalt Dreams