Featured poem: Who is She?

she gives one exclusive rights to her name, but there is nothing
she dates another for a year, but there is nothing
she devotes her time and attention to another, but there is nothing
as long as nothing is said, there is nothing

she leaves another to perish for lack of vision,
late at night she aspires to new heights of derision,
companions, companions, but there is nothing

she is a pearl that a man could sell all his land to acquire
she is an angel to which many aspire
at night she cries 'come on baby! light my fire!'
the high wave frequency of the heart wails in her desire
but there is nothing

at twilight she dances with stars
at sunrise she races with the ray of sunshine
the poet spies her and ponders, could she be mine?
that i may forever imprison her in a cage of gold bars
and then she fades, and there is nothing

but the question...

who is she?

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