April 15, 2008
A muse worthy of a chaos magician
A mystery that exceeds herself each chapter
A wild child in the wilderness of wonder
Mikaela, it is she that I seek to describe
but words are like birds that take to the sky which cannot be denied.
July 19, 2006
this astonishing pirate beauty found me in an oak tree aboard a floating bed, pouring absinthe for the masses. she proclaimed us a match made in heaven, and convinced me from the heights of psychadelic nether regions to the depths of her bouncy castle that her reckoning was dead-on. may we remain forever in that tree, mikaela, swinging heartily and never touching ground, with green faeries dancing in our eyes!
September 19, 2005
Beautiful, golden, glorious, bright
Lovely, dangerous, delicate delight
Tough as nails and warm as a fresh bun
A sprinkle of curls and hip shakin' fun
She waits inside for the Magic to return
Rides her bike and has sugar to Burn
Loves to dance like a flower or Fae
And can drop moves to any beat
Without a hint of delay
Her secrets lie in the wings of Dragons
Her truths are simply Dragonflies
But therein lies a difference the same
As can only be seen beyond her Eyes
Her truths are simply Dragonflies
As can only be seen
Beyond her Eyes