I wrote this the other day, wanted some insight into what others think.

She Was............

Through my thoughts,
that echo out the day.

I rest on my pedestal,
waiting for a light.

Thoughts that echo,
inside me like a well.

Finding effort in altruism,
defying logic and self.

Beaming within,
as bright as a pulsar.

Swiftly, Seldomly,
The searcher is found,
upon her eyes, he finds his ground.

She devours his thoughts,
as meteors to lunar positions.

She ponders herself,
and his propositions.