>She places gold and silver filigree on divine shelves
that reach to the sky and mixes clouds with mist
caught high up in the golden trees with shiny leaves
that never turn or rust even in tiresome times
She places her hands upon lightness while flurries
of indecision trouble spirits wandering alone
searching for comfort from frigid tones
where ice and slippery landslides cascade. . .
Forming shadows on the heart
she places everything where it belongs
so no metal, iron, clay nor stone walls
can obstruct the flow . . .