For the lady who sees it all, Mahkhon
Scribes gather –
Words tucked between
Laughter and Memories, hidden
For them to find and tell.
A river fairy she is,
Papyrus reeds, her wings.
A naiad, watching bubbles,
Reading hearts, --
Precious bubbles, a keeper
In four years.
Seven Years past,
The fairy is a Woman, Who
Bears keen eyes with ken.
Imagine her delight,
For each bubble pricked,
Truth, love, stories unwrapped.
A seer uncurls the scrolls,
An oracle whispered to gentle Wind:
A dandelion she is
Made for the skies,
Lift her up ---
But kindly change her not.