Her eyes, soft, smiling in their light

Her view, fierce, piercing, recognizing truth from lies,

Distortions hiding in the revelations

She’s touched me like I was never touched beforev

A smile that opens hearts and opens doors

A sillouette in the waning afternoon

Dancing to her internal drumming, a motion much akin to fireflies punctuating joy among the shadows made by trees and bushes beneath a brilliant moon

It gives me hope to see the accents that she brings, making life a form of play

Despite the troubles for the world, and hers, I see her keep

Nature weaving threads of life with motion that keeps it going

Ease of movement in a time that seems so stilting, stifling from the smoke of burning hope

Or the heat of day

Her heart breaks, and yet she dances

Her soul aches and yet she moves with grace and wonder

She hears the thunder of impending storms

And thrills to see the sky awake, as if to say that if there be doom somewhere, we must witness, for we yet live

To tell the tale

And in doing so, we find misfortune cannot win

As long as we can find the inner beat within