Air

With my imminent 39th birthday 18 days away...

Gemini - The Twins 

Element: Air

A gemini woman is laughter in the rain, 

Dancing barefoot through joy and pain.

She was born like a wildflower swaying into light,

Where rivers keep secrets all through the night,

A gemini heart is a wandering breeze,

Speaking in birdsong and the language of trees.

She tangos with storms before the flames, 

Spinning through fields that remember her name,

Collecting the sunlight that slips through her hair, 

Leaving soft chaos in suspended air. 

One soul is the ocean, restless and blue, 

The other is the forest, still covered in dew, 

One longs for mountains and cold northern skies,

One burns like a sandy sunset that never quite dies.

She falls into pages the way rapids run,

Chasing old poets and theories for fun,

Collecting small fragments of people and places,

Storing whole galaxies deep in their faces. 

She'd rather be understood deeply than admired,

Though sometimes the two become intwined and turns to desire,

She hops like a grasshopper hard to restrain,

Then she kisses your mind again and again.

She chases deep talks through midnight skies,

With a restless body and bright wild eyes,

Yet when she chooses which soul to hold,

She burns warm, devoted and bold.

She asks too many questions at half past two,

About life and the stars and what makes people true,

A mind like wildfire tearing through trees,

Carving ideas the way oceans do seas.

She talks to the moon like an old trusted friend, 

 Starting stories with the sun that never end, 

Tracing her thoughts through the shape of the tide, 

Keeping whole universes of thoughts hidden inside.

She reads people slowly like difficult prose, 

Searching for meanings they keep carefully close,

Finding mystery beneath what they say,

The hidden small wars that they keep tucked away.

A butterfly mind with cyclonic wings,

Drawn toward beautiful and dangerous things,

Laughing like waterfalls breaking through stone,

Yet somehow still frightened of the winds yet to be blown.

She'll love like the earth after lifetimes of pain,

Suddenly green and alive once again,

Then drift like the mist through distant terrane,

Impossible to fully capture, keep or sustain. 

And if you should find her asleep in the grass,

While clouds and constellations silently pass,

Speak softly, some spirits were never designed, 

To belong to the world for too long at a time. 

Through playful words and sweet surprise, 

In stolen glances and soft replies,

She shares in ways both fierce and free, 

A storm of thought and light poetry. 

Don't be frightened by her strange winding mind,

Embrace the softness and beauty you could happen to find, 

Hold her gently - hurricanes are hard to tame,

Especially one born under Gemini's name.