Don't know where she came from
nor about her torrid path
Sunshine and butterflies
told me this is the one mac
Ars longa, vita brevis
Art is long life is short/sweet
The marching bands are back
promoting fighting in the streets

She's a life-changer
            life-changer
She's a life-changer
            life changer

As caterpillars died off fast
and darkness soon filled in
I needed someone to reflect
that way I felt with-in
I know she'll pass this way again
and hope and pray 'till then
for another pretty girl
just sending me to heaven

A lonely girl fell in love
With the city skylines in
the horizon of time and
Distance. She lived for
Taking walks & watching,
Listening, being near all
The different stories who
Talked like she couldn't;
She had never learned to.

Her solitary soul found
Peace in pacing streets;
In passing and passively
Partaking in this company.
Perhaps a small smile or
A windswept "hello", she
Was happy. Always near
But never with, just this.
She needed nothing more.

Keep memories close,
Reminders of what was
And what can still be.

"I'm busy," she says
"I have work to do,"
"If I want to see the moon I can find a good picture online."

When is a picture
ever a good substitute
unless the real thing
isn't there?

People can leave and burn their bridges,
but I'm always willing to jump the river.