Her smile is lazy
With the corners turned up at just the right angle
Framed by lovely warm pink lips
Her eyes are tired with just a touch of madness
Dreams leak from her irises in the shape of tears
Tears that slowly slide to her cheeks
Then rise in bubbles into the night sky
Where they entertain the stars and the moon
Her hair is perfectly imperfect
Frizzy with waves and curls of colored golden orange flames
She knows how to pull the magic out of the spine of all books
She knows the secret hidden in the lost whisper of lust
And she knows the way to the center of love
She can see who we are beneath our skin and flesh
What hides inside our blood and marrow
She was there to watch time take its first breath
And she will be there to watch it burn as it takes it last
The daughter of a dream of a dream
That dreamed herself awake
To dream of life and love
And love and life
And you