human spirit

late at night

relaxing completely

dropping your shoulders at last

turning inwards

you assemble your pieces

along your median line

feeling the shape of a heart

around you

emptying your mind's daytime cache

into the grey depths of night

imagining

your mystical twin

speaking to you outside language

her intense eyes locked in yours

dressed in a floaty chiffon kaftan

the palest vanilla yellow

of night fading fast

embellished with blue silk spirals

like whirlpools of water churning

down the front round the neckline

on the wide sleeves and the hem

just above her gold strap sandals

steeped in night

spinning blue silk spirals

she's standing looking into

earth's hidden water

the faraway reservoirs

like she's listening

to water underground

the world's invisible wells

just caring

awaring

the reservoirs renewing themselves

forever fresh and clean

so she's walking her caring route

in her floaty ice cream

glorious daybreak kaftan

listening to deep wells without a sound

caring for hidden sources

of drinking water

with her ear to the ground

her ear adorned with a crystal

drop pearl like clearest water

being still

just holding the idea in her mind

telepathing it to yours

she's water spirit

human spirit

multiplying wells

of drinking water

protected in earth's dark womb

just holding the idea in her mind

and in yours

walking the caring route

her sensibility

feeling water

like a human dowsing rod

her pale vanilla kaftan

moving with her breath

her eyes holding yours

just holding the idea in her mind

and in yours

the power of caring

cleansing the deep cools

ancient and fresh like morning

her sensibility

dressed in daylight

is yours

Vera Kelgart  (with cradle crystal)  2017

rain

going to your inner room

protecting it with a heart outline

of white light

lying down trying to relax

you discover a rock or a hard place

in your chest

surveying it carefully

without touching anything

your arms and legs prepared

for flight

breathing to relax

softening the surrounding muscles

trying to blur the edges

of the hard place

waiting

imagining

your mystical twin

goldilocks beautiful sixties like

in a thunder grey greatcoat

rather peaceful though military style

with blue jeans and scruffy boots

right over his heart in the woollen coat

instead of a golden button

is a crazily shining camomile diamond

flower brooch

his smile is moving sparkling

sun on water

you can feel his feelings

like rain softly falling

he's just like you

but eternally younger

he says I'm rain

falling on thirsty fields and forests

let your feelings shower

from a window in your heart

you can watch them while it rains

he says don't analyze so much

don't stay inside when it rains

let your feelings flower

just like you

but with this camomile diamond smile

quivering on water

your mystical twin

smiling like the sun

in his woollen greatcoat

he gives you a high five and is gone

there's a soft place in your chest

Vera Kelgart  (with window Lemuria crystal 'Harmony') 2017

The mystical twin

Now there's a small variation in the Artist's Tool Poems template. Instead of meeting self, the protagonist will sometimes meet a mystical twin. Who could be the self, but in a more developed state. The mystical twin is a role model, or simply a helper or creative midwife.
The concept of a mystical twin, a kind of soul mate in another dimension, is fascinating in itself.
Also, this writer's trick makes it easier for me to write about a variety of people - men for instance!

Cleo

daydreaming again

taking a break

from schoolwork

and small squealing siblings

wishing for a mirror friend

someone like you

coming from somewhere to here

closing your eyes for a sec

there's a door before you

the future

heart-shaped calling out to you

walking through

imagining

your mystical twin

looking like you

slender with long black hair

and light brown skin

but wearing a dress unknown

clinging pearly grey sheath

with a silver drawstring at the waist

unadorned cool

in black ankle boots

while you're standing gaping

in washed-out denim and tee

shimmering summer young

like you yet ancient

stepping egyptian-like out

from a mural to real life

such a scintillating girl

her name should be Cleo you're thinking

she smiles and says

she's from heaven and her dress

is a starway

from far away

sliding down a slope of light

here comes Cleo to the rescue

gliding through air

like a teen mother ship

building a shelter of the mind

walking on a comet's tail

in ankle boots so cool

into humanity's group soul

here comes a pleiad

big sister pilot

in charge of the children of the world

you're standing wondering

at a girl like you

knowing you're the same

holding your head so high

walking tall on a comet's tail

Vera Kelgart (with Isis crystal 'Glyph')  2017

summer incarnate

lying down

releasing your tensions

making your eyes soft-sighted

slowing the rhythm of your body

sensing a heart outline

reaching from under your feet

to over your head

peaceful

imagining

your mystical twin

casual as the half crushed

mallow flowers in her brown hand

her skin dark against her smile

the light lavender silk blend

of her tank top with purple dots

in her outdoor bubble skirt

a vibrant shade of plum

with loosestrife print on deep pockets

she's summer incarnate

coming from a world full of life

to your doorstep

a treasure by the wayside

you've known her always

your summer vagabond

she says you could be too

casual as summer

she says it's easy

falling laughing through

the green screen of rainy leaves

whispering fat lilac silk dollop dreams

she says it's easy

you could be too

falling in song layers

a plum bubble skirt your parachute

to the spirited room

where the blackbird is

translating her into your life

you're breathing her in

knowing when you wake up

you can always return

to breathing your mystical twin

Vera Kelgart  (with key crystal 'Cathedral Cradle') 2017