The Faceless Mover

At the shore, she arrives, whispering silently and deftly
With sounds piercing the walls of the observer acoustically,
Though all present watch but can't see the elusive mover
But only her effects as she rides and travels freely as an explorer.

In cloak of freshness, she kisses all without lusting
Caressing skins with her gentle touch of awakening,
Singing melodiously with her movement of grace,
And dancing and making turns in her theatre of space.

She moves and advances further into the countryside
Leaving her trails behind as she leaves the seaside,
Carrying pockets of moisture within her embrace,
And birthing them on her way to moisten the earth's face.

When in her other element, she roars like a lion
Raising her voice energetically to captivate attention
Warning all to retire to their abodes of coziness:
Saying her surge in intensity is not about craziness.

Her nature is not different from Mother Nature
Warm and cold in adventures seeking for pleasure
Avenues for her to express her uniqueness
Rooted in her present state that is in her consciousness.

©SS (Sam Sung)