This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning,

to sunder the fear of a mind where it crashes as if thunder.

To she who, believes a revolution is near and sees love as but rising.

To she who, bearing an open mind lets passion burn,

writing from the ashes of wonder.

"Never put yourself in a box.

For our veins are like the veins of a leaf,

the rings in our necks are that of the rings of a tree."

"Sometimes we need to separate ourselves from the world to create the art that sustains it."

You separated me from doubts when the pain hit,

I seperated myself from the world now I wish to change it.

So no matter how big both of our names get, hopeful I am we both make it.

This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning.

Written by, one who sees his dreams a little less frightening.