As the winds and waters of time bounce off all forms eroding them she passes effortlessly though gracing all with a celestial essence of of gentle regrowth and revitalization. A druidic cosmic dancing warrioress from the elven faerie tribes of the galactic star childen she has come now to earth at the hour of our time to every so delicately sprinkle all who cross her path with angelic sweetness restoring the planet with her much needed ambrosial light. Her presence and time with us is imperitvely vital I am grateful beyond belief that she is here...

...and this is eons away from the magnitude of special that she is.

Heron, knee deep in the river,
Lively picks out fish,
Blithely watches waves pass.

She'll follow them soon
To the sea,
And leave the frogs wondering,

"Where did our graceful,
Goofy goddess go?"
But they'll never know.

she slips through the streets while everyone sleeps,
getting bigger and grinner and brighter and white,
warmth shines from her smile
melting
eyes like chocolate
lips that taste like rain

So I meet this girl in a stairway. It's my friends house. She's cute. Its the second floor walkup. She's leaving one apartment, I'm entering the other. So I take the double take, and its a fer shur, shes cute. I say hello as she leaves a friends apartment, and I receive a giggle and a smile, and -more or less- a turn of the head and she was gone.

To clarify; she had met a girlfriend on a BC Ferries ride to Van Isle. She was moving to the island. Starting a life here. Young and headstrong, she seemingly fit like clockwork. She was fresh RN on the run. I dare say, someone manifested the girl.

I've known her since then and she still holds a glow that some people have yet to attain.

...Five minutes after she turned her head on that second floor walkup, we passed her in a car as she rode on a bicycle. Spiritedly she pedaled her way down a new road, around a new bend, to a new city. It was then I knew we would be friends.