The Lovely Bard

I see you

no light

with a fist of a fight

and you keep it tight

I see you.

and it’s beautiful~

the light kisses your tilted brow

as you watch slanted ice fall from

the roof of a mountain.

You can breathe in her life-

follow her pen cutting through the paper like cotton candy.

and I follow every word like a musician

-a note for a note playing flute

-creating from a jazzy song

wheels always turning

down the hill

momentum to leave this planet

and everyone will watch her fly.